my rainbow - one year old

one year ago my darling rainbow baby Willow was born, 9 weeks early. I had a chorio infection and she had to come out. She was a tiny little plucked chicken, with no butt and sticks for limbs. She had tubes and wires and IV's. she could not breathe or eat or poop or cry. modern technology did it all for her, bringing her from certain death to life.

Now, today she is one year old and thriving. She crawls and cruises. She says a few words and plays several games. she loves chocolate. tonight she will have a huge slice of chocolate cake all to herself.

Willow brought joy back into our house and we are all madly in love with her. Thank you Lord for bringing us Willow!

to the oregon midwives

a little bird told me yesterday that some of you have been talking about me...that some of you are very distressed that i am coming to your fair city. Some of you are worried i might shake things up, and topple your stauts quo-

thanks for making my day!

i hope any crappy cpms or unlicensed "midwives" are shaking in their boots at my arrival. I have great plans to change Oregon's midwifery situation to something that benefits mothers and babies- not woman who are too lazy or ill informed to get a real education or license.

if you refuse to get a license- i have no respect for you
if you have dead babies under your belt- i have no respect for you
and if you keep yourself in business by emotionally manipulating your clients - i have no respect for you

i also am not afraid of you- you have no power over me....


see you soon !

the move

We sold 3/4 of all our possessions. We packed everything we owned into one large POD and one small cargo trailer. Then, we loaded up 6 kids and 6 pets and said goodbye to the house where Aquila died. I honestly can't say i will miss it one bit. I will however, miss several good friends in Austin.
On Monday night we filled up a local BBQ place with our friends. It was bitter sweet- seeing them, and also knowing i would not see them again in one place like that.
Goodbye Austin. Farewell to the stain of Faith Beltz and Centrevida that cling to the city like skunk spray. Farewell to 110 degree days.

I am on to greener, cooler pastures, and new adventures. I am working on a series of projects that i will reveal as they become more presentable.

of course, it's like the old phrase- where ever you go, there you are--- except for us it is ' where ever we go, there she is not '
i miss her so much