Homebirth: The Opportunity of a Lifetime


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This is a very late Monday post. I arrived home (in Seneca Falls) from Rochester just in time to see a beautiful double rainbow. I took pictures, but they do not do justice to the beauty I saw. I love rainbows (who doesn’t?).  They just make me feel like there is a power greater than ourselves out there. I have nothing more to say.

Thirty nine years ago this month (that would be 1978) I attended a Bradley Method Childbirth Education Teacher Training workshop in Washington, DC with my then husband. We were expecting our first child and there were no Bradley instructors in the Syracuse area. So we became the first ones. The wife in the first couple we taught also went on to become a Bradley instructor, along with another mother we taught a little later. They taught as a team and were teaching long after I stopped.

Four years ago in July, I graduated from the Institute for Integrative Nutrition as a Certified Health Coach. It has been my dream for the last three years (it took me a while to figure it out) to combine the two and offer a Pregnancy Health Coaching series. I have yet to put it together. My goal for the summer is to FINALLY come up with this series and start offering it in September. I’m thinking I might do an online format.

Of course, I am no longer affiliated with the Bradley Method. I can only say I was Bradley trained. But childbirth education is pretty standard. I look forward to the warm summer days sitting by the lake putting together something near and dear to my heart – Pregnancy Health Coaching!

This is what I wake up to look at every morning (well, except for when I spend the night away from home like I did last night). This is Cayuga Lake. I love my lake. It makes me feel at peace and one with nature. I could sit and stare at it for hours if I had no other activities in my life, but I do have things to do. So I take pictures frequently so I can look at my lake when I’m not there. It is almost as relaxing. I honestly don’t know why I am so attracted to this lake, but I sure do love living here.

Oh well, back to work.

I think I will just let the pictures speak for themselves. That’s not quite the purple I was going for. My hairdresser assures me that it  will fade over time. Now, I am a purple freak extraordinaire, but I think I went a little over the top on this one. Maybe I’ll get used to it, or maybe it will really fade into something I like a little better. Well, I can cross dying my hair purple off the bucket list!

43) Manniedog 10-25-14

I woke up this morning missing Mannie. As I was looking for a picture of him to post, I see that the one year anniversary of his passing is exactly one week from today. It’s amazing to me how the body remembers these things.

Now, I am not a dog lover, have never been a dog lover, and probably will never be a dog lover. But my daughter’s dog, Mannie, holds a special place in my heart. I called him my granddog and he spent several week long visits at Grandma’s house.

I love to tell the story of how we bonded. We were on a family camping trip at Cayuga Lake State Park (probably why this lake holds special meaning to me!) and I was taking Mannie for a walk. The park is HUGE and all of a sudden I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the campsite. To this day, I do not recollect whether I said it out loud or just thought, “I don’t know how to get home.” Either way, Mannie promptly took charge and got us back to the campsite. I really feel like we shared a very special bond after that incident.

Mannie was a rescue puppy. Shortly after Jennie brought him home, she noticed something wrong with his right front leg. She took him to several vets and they all concurred that his leg had probably been broken somehow with no one ever noticing so it never was properly set. So we jokingly called him the “gimp dog” because his front leg would just kind of twirl around as he ran.

They also all agreed that to try to fix it at that time would have put the dog through more pain and misery that just letting it go. They further stated that there would probably come a time when he would need to have the leg amputated, and, sure enough, that time did come. But he got along fine as a tripod, which he was for the last several years of his life.

He was a beautiful, warm, friendly mutt. I miss you, Mannie. Rest in peace. ❤



It’s so gray and cloudy on the lake this morning, I am not even motivated to take my walk. Shouldn’t the weather have more balance to it, too? Or maybe I just expect too many warm and sunny days.

So it’s hump day. I am grateful I have made it through the week so far. And I am grateful that at least it’s not snowing! I am grateful that I have a beautiful lake to look at out of my front window. I am grateful for the privileged life that I lead out of harm’s way.

Here are some pictures of the beautiful full moon that I took last night. As usual, the camera did not do justice to the beauty that my eyes beheld.

The first picture was in Weedsport on my commute home from Syracuse. The second picture was when I arrived home on the lake. I am grateful for my sight that allowed me to witness the wonderful luminescence of this full moon. Well, I feel better now, after all of that gratitude!