tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post4405890312014751405..comments2024-03-05T11:36:50.299-05:00Comments on Stand and Deliver: More than one but not quite twoRixahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07908864785513937876noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-42951972141047072402011-09-14T12:57:30.309-04:002011-09-14T12:57:30.309-04:00As another mother who has given CPR to her child, ...As another mother who has given CPR to her child, I can tell you... it doesn't end at birth. Lily was 5 months old the last time I breathed air from my lungs to hers, and it still feels just as sacred.<br /><br />Love the writing.Daniellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15436643238936392100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-41532120414687491832011-09-13T21:44:58.951-04:002011-09-13T21:44:58.951-04:00Re: anon who couldn't bring their baby to clas...Re: anon who couldn't bring their baby to class--seriously, that sucks. I'm really sorry about that. <br /><br />I don't regularly bring Inga--in fact, it will probably be the only time, since Eric watches the kids in the morning while I teach. I brought her specifically for the day we were talking about what it means to be men or women (we'd read several articles dealing with those topics and had an in-class discussion that day). I think it helped to have a live example in front of them when we were talking about these (sometimes abstract) ideas. <br /><br />Speaking of children and grad school, there was hostility in my particular department from two of the professors towards people with children. I wasn't pregnant at the time, but was actively trying (they didn't know this) and wow, you wouldn't believe the stuff they said! Honestly grad school is a great time to have kids; your schedule is super flexible and you're not under the intense scrutiny of a tenure-track position.Rixahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908864785513937876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-41217671625488666142011-09-13T21:33:57.108-04:002011-09-13T21:33:57.108-04:00You know what's funny--my first pregnancy, I f...You know what's funny--my first pregnancy, I felt so "in my skin" in my pregnant body. My next two? Not so much. More ready to get it over with than reveling in the changes. (Probably doesn't help that I was having such troubles sleeping with pregnancy #3.)Rixahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908864785513937876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-59334494844668864342011-09-11T22:55:56.792-04:002011-09-11T22:55:56.792-04:00i love this! after my son was born i kept thinkin...i love this! after my son was born i kept thinking "1+1=1?!?". more than 1 but not quite 2. and my milk just let down reading about Inga's double chin made from you, as my chunky 3.5 month old sleeps in our room. <br />thanks for sharing! i love your blog. your birth stories and videos were so inspiring as i prepared for my home birth this past may. <br />bless!lishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06024429835121348711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-16053792298089404852011-09-08T01:21:00.016-04:002011-09-08T01:21:00.016-04:00Great post! As a mom of two beautiful children-- a...Great post! As a mom of two beautiful children-- and as someone who was kidnapped, tortured and raped.. and later aborted the products of that travesty, I have a great understanding of the joy of voluntary motherhood - the beautiful bonds of which you speak. And yet I have an equal understanding of the pain of forced pregnancy, the bondage of pain ,fear and the travesty of emotion that occurs when motherhood is not of choice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-11430750455310866672011-09-06T12:05:13.722-04:002011-09-06T12:05:13.722-04:00Rixa, I want to thank you for articulating so beau...Rixa, I want to thank you for articulating so beautifully something that has struck me throughout each of my pregnancies--especially that first one in which I was a graduate student in philosophy, tasked daily with contemplating issues like personhood and identity and being. Pregnancy and parenting complicates these topics in a way I think that no other human experience does. I appreciate the ways in which you kept these complications "in play" throughout this piece.Kristenhttp://www.birthingbeautifulideas.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-19825729799355805592011-09-06T00:21:02.873-04:002011-09-06T00:21:02.873-04:00Thanks for sharing this.Thanks for sharing this.Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12263993636114913245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-64337595152345954902011-09-05T21:05:28.410-04:002011-09-05T21:05:28.410-04:00Beautiful Rixa - as always. Although I think it&#...Beautiful Rixa - as always. Although I think it's funny that this post, of all things, brought the crazies out (and obviously someone who dosen't understand metaphor). Cheers to you for totally ignoring the haters.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907565919309123854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-25500568823408683542011-09-04T15:29:45.010-04:002011-09-04T15:29:45.010-04:00Quite some time ago I read that fetal cells can re...Quite some time ago I read that fetal cells can remain in a Mother's blood stream for up to 27... or 28 years. This seemed a likely physical/temporal explanation of some of the spiritual connectivity possible and usually existant between willing Mothers and their children.<br /><br />I think it's also sad that those who do not yet know the discoveries and joys you have so beautifully described, would think it necessary and/or appropriate to judge and then comment on what they do not understand... and then to do so without owning who they are.... ahwell... I will not sorrow overmuch for those without a face.Torihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901588112351881534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-13616477381058659022011-09-03T23:20:50.710-04:002011-09-03T23:20:50.710-04:00what a beautifull text! i love the beginning!!!
Yo...what a beautifull text! i love the beginning!!!<br />You put exactly the words to things i have often felt: how wonderfull that my milk and only that creates this growing chubby baby!!! it's incredible!!!<br />for the chinese the milk is energetically like blood. so it's funny that you say, your bloud becomes milk becomes baby.<br />take care,<br />joannaJoannahttp://www.matteovoyage.canalblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-886867070858188432011-09-03T13:41:06.170-04:002011-09-03T13:41:06.170-04:00Rixa, lovely post, as always. I think the beauty o...Rixa, lovely post, as always. I think the beauty of being an attached parent is that the bond does become more elastic and the separation more gradual. It's not just the case of the "fourth trimester," which is very real, as you wrote, in the need of the infant for nourishment from its mother, but also beyond that. I can feel the physical connection to my children even now, when they're in grade school and junior high. The cord has stretched, for sure, and for that reason they can be more independent than most, but the bond is very strong. This is not to say that other kinds of parenting don't achieve a strong bond, only that this is what has worked for me.<br /><br />Anonymous (the one who couldn't bring her baby to class) - if you're in the U.S., there was a recent discussion of Title IX provisions that may be relevant to you - or others in your situation - on the Lamaze Science and Sensibility blog (http://www.scienceandsensibility.org/?tag=the-feminist-breeder). It makes me very sad to think of an educational institution impeding women's education and careers.dmfnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-24391285550299774642011-09-03T09:00:42.342-04:002011-09-03T09:00:42.342-04:00That is beautiful! ~T~That is beautiful! ~T~TIffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07923559158541867598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-29723405829375625602011-09-03T07:23:00.549-04:002011-09-03T07:23:00.549-04:00I'm just jealous that you can take your daught...I'm just jealous that you can take your daughter with you when you're teaching. <br /><br />As a graduate student I was forbidden to bring my 9-month-old daughter to a class I was taking. My babysitter had quit without notice and I had no one to help me out, but the prof said it would be "inappropriate and unprofessional" for me to bring my daughter and that I should "find someone to leave her with." I would not be allowed to enter the room if I brought her with me. Unexcused absences were not permitted and if I missed class without a medical excuse, I would not be allowed to pass the course. The course was compulsory . . . and that was the end of my academic career.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-43845145406711829522011-09-03T00:41:02.028-04:002011-09-03T00:41:02.028-04:00That was beautiful, Rixa. You've put into wor...That was beautiful, Rixa. You've put into words feelings that I have experienced myself several times. I clearly remember the feeling that my body was no longer truly my own when I was pregnant. I have looked in wonder at my babies, realizing that every bit of them have come from me in some way. It's not hubris; it's awe at the miracle that life is. Even though it's happened a few billion times already, it's only happened just that once for my child and myself.Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703334707738126703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-4896691517339415702011-09-02T21:14:01.452-04:002011-09-02T21:14:01.452-04:00Really lovely Rixa. It put into words some of my o...Really lovely Rixa. It put into words some of my own memories of pregnancy and the early days of breastfeeding. It may sound hokey to some, but I remember the profound sense of wonder I felt when I meditated on the fact that I was growing another person ... it's pretty wild when you think about it! Thank you for sharing!Johannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-46016449520287171862011-09-02T19:42:59.430-04:002011-09-02T19:42:59.430-04:00That was totally awesome professor! Reminds me of ...That was totally awesome professor! Reminds me of the Spice Girls song 2 become 1. U R so deep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-90386391658538231402011-09-02T19:31:46.967-04:002011-09-02T19:31:46.967-04:00Lovely!Lovely!Curlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06176883112936068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-89213104987516338012011-09-02T19:24:48.640-04:002011-09-02T19:24:48.640-04:00If your child isn't really their own person, a...If your child isn't really their own person, are you still sort of part of your mom? This seems a so silly to me. The miracle of birth is the creation of a new life, not the extension of your own into a satellite being. Though if this is how birth radicals feel, then no wonder there is such a lackadaisical attitude when infants die needlessly because of undertrained midwives and sloppy prenatal care.Astraeahttp://oregonmidwifereviews.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-58308218848735984562011-09-02T19:08:23.435-04:002011-09-02T19:08:23.435-04:00so beautiful and so true. my daughter has been SUP...so beautiful and so true. my daughter has been SUPER attached from day one and even now at 14 months we still joke that she doesn't know that she and I are two separate beings.Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16281368864448367942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-10977363282571367062011-09-02T17:03:46.884-04:002011-09-02T17:03:46.884-04:00This is beautiful and so true! I miss that feelin...This is beautiful and so true! I miss that feeling of more than 1 but not quite 2.Enjoy Birthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13227246774801636777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-59036009851298939272011-09-02T15:37:12.848-04:002011-09-02T15:37:12.848-04:00What a lovely composition. I know I still very muc...What a lovely composition. I know I still very much feel physically connected to my daughter 2.5 yrs after her birth. I still don't want to sleep apart from her because that time, sharing breath still feels to needed by both of us.<br /><br />I'm not sure there is ever a time when, at least from a mother's perspective, the child is completely separate. The tie lengthens and stretches to invisibility, but it's still there.Oliviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01828516083662339236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-3377137758388013222011-09-02T15:34:00.353-04:002011-09-02T15:34:00.353-04:00It takes an incredible amount of hubris and downri...It takes an incredible amount of hubris and downright arrogance to compare your discovery of "yourself" through pregnancy to the eradication of global hunger and the splitting of the atom. Can you even hear yourself? Congratulations, you reproduced. Join pretty much everything else on the planet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-30484588767728755422011-09-02T15:16:00.524-04:002011-09-02T15:16:00.524-04:00beautiful! I'm newly pregnant as a gestational...beautiful! I'm newly pregnant as a gestational surrogate for friends of mine so I'm sitting here in a hormone-induced sob fest. :) <br />I felt like Mother Earth while pregnant with my daughter. I felt connected to every mother who ever came before me. I feel that I am unusually negative about my body all other times, but as my middle swelled full of life I also felt more like a woman- and more PROUD of my body- than I ever had before. <br />Being a pregnant and nourishing a child at your breasts is above and beyond any other task we could ever hope to take on as women.<br /><3~ C ~https://www.blogger.com/profile/07858732614659834868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-43266284641497762962011-09-02T14:32:33.422-04:002011-09-02T14:32:33.422-04:00This put into words what I felt from the moment I ...This put into words what I felt from the moment I knew I was pregnant, until now (mother to a beautiful three month old nursling).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20642800.post-29714954449268546302011-09-02T14:31:47.380-04:002011-09-02T14:31:47.380-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com