9/30/2008
9/28/2008
Methodists are a No on Prop 8
United Methodists from throughout the Cal-Pac Conference are organizing in opposition to Proposition 8, the November ballot measure that seeks to enshrine discrimination against GLBT persons in the California constitution. Beginning Oct...1, the United Methodists’ No on Prop 8 Campaign will initiate a Speakers Bureau.
An important resource for local churches or groups, the Speakers Bureau will provide well-informed persons who can assist or lead informational meetings regarding: Marriage Equality, Prop 8, and/or the process and rationale behind three historic resolutions supporting marriage equality enacted by our Cal-Pac Annual Conference in June.
The United Methodists’ No on Prop 8 Campaign is currently being led and coordinated by Cal-Pac Reconciling Ministries, MFSA, and Welcoming Committee members; they have come together to help implement the Annual Conference’s resolution "Protecting Marriage Equality in California." This resolution includes the Conference’s rationale for opposing Prop 8.the other two Annual Conference resolutions on same-gender marriage, visit http://cal-pac.org/con_Conferences_Annual.cfm?c=1001683&v=3 and scroll down the page.
You can download the endorsement form from this LINK
Iolani's sleeping isn't she cute?
First - there's this link: Did She Smile?
Today was a big day for her. First we went to Target, then dinner at Islands. Today was the first time I ever changed her in a public bathroom. I never thought I'd be such a big germphobe.
9/26/2008
Time for more Regional Connector Meetings!
Thursday, October 16th, 12:00 to 1:30 p.m.
Los Angeles Central Library
630 W. 5th St.
Los Angeles, CA 90071
Tuesday, October 21st, 6:30 to 8:00 p.m.
Japanese American National Museum
369 E. 1st St.
Los Angeles, CA 90012
For additional information, call 213.922.7277 or visit metro.net/regionalconnector.
More information to follow soon!
9/19/2008
Feeling better
The sutures are healing, I'm resting much more than I ever have, and Iolani appears to be growing. It was difficult at first to take it easy, but with last weekend's big scare, I've taken the "take it easy" to a new level. I'll let Iolani be the busy body, I'll just hang out and nurse...endlessly. LOL!
She has officially grown out of three onesies.
One interesting thing that Iolani's started is grunting. It is very funny. When she's eating, or resisting sleep, she grunts. It's an adorable grunt, and I'm looking forward to her grunting at inappropriate times. She will likely grunt through Sandie's sermon, or when we are out for a meal.
The grunting sounds like she's doing something in her diaper, but there's no correlation - so far. (She has a different sound for that) But, unless you heard the grunt outside of her doing something else, you wouldn't know it. The funniest part is that she's a loud grunter. It's loud.
Her burps aren't burps, they are full on belches. It reminds me of my brother, Spud, who used to gross me out with his world record attempts at the longest loudest belch. Even if she's had only an ounce of liquid, she has a big person belch. There's the occasional little girl burp, but in the morning she's a belcher.
Let me say this, the grunting and the belching are absolutely endearing. She's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen (and I've seen lots of babies), she's very alert and is spending just a little bit more time up and about.
9/14/2008
It was just a sneeze
Friday evening I sneezed. It wasn't a big deal, but I felt something give. Remember, I'm still recovering from a c-section. 11 p.m. feeding came and went with no problem, so I went off to bed anticipating a 2 a.m. feeding.
What I got instead was a 3:30 wake up to what I thought at first was night sweats. I got out of bed to go wash my face, and found out that I most likely loosened a couple of stitches. Everything was a mess. I figured that since I was still walking around that I was overall - okay. But, I would have to tell Alex that something was wrong.
I started to walk out to the living room, and before he could turn around I blurted out "Okay, don't panic, but I've got a little bit of bleeding from my stitches." And, when I said a "little bit" I totally lied. I looked like a halloween scare house actress who enjoyed the cinema blood a little too much.
I could not talk fast enough. Had I not warned him, I wonder if he would have fainted. And, by the look on his face, something was very wrong. He called 911, then the baby woke up, and then I had to lie down.
The next thing I know, I'm getting wheeled out of the house by paramedics, leaving Alex and Iolani behind. That was rough.
We got to the emergency room at Good Samaritan, quickly saw a doctor, and confirmed my hunch. Yes, a couple of stitches on my right side gave out, and I had a shallow gap which was obviously dripping. They wrapped me up with gauze, absorbent squares, an ace wrap, and some antibiotics.
Meanwhile, I'm feeling like I really need to nurse. I knew Alex and Iolani were around somewhere. I asked the doctor to get them back with me as soon as possible. And, like magic there they were. Even though we'd only been separated for 90 minutes, it felt like an eternity. I nursed the baby, we got our discharge papers, and additional instructions:
Geeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssssssss.
Bed rest has been assigned to me four times in my entire life, well now five. The previous times it was coupled with some heavy sleeping pills - not necessarily for the pain, but to ensure that I stay down. Bed rest and I don't get along.
Don't carry a thing: okay, I'll try.
Don't carry the baby? WTF? She's 18 days old, she needs to nurse every 15 minutes, her diaper needs changing every 17 minutes. She needs a bath, she needs to be cuddled. And, even with splitting the duties with Alex - that still means...oh, whatever. They don't know what they are talking about.
But, because all this was said in front of Alex it became law. I did stay down all day yesterday. Okay, I lie. I stayed down for most of yesterday. Alex's mom came by, total Godsend! She was able to lift, cuddle, swoon over Iolani while I just spent the morning in bed hoping for faster healing. I knew that since she was there, I could sleep and not worry so much about Iolani. My only responsibility was to be a nursing cow. :-) Which, I'm happy to do.
I'm up a bit more today, but still not carrying much. I carried Iolani for one brief second, but I was careful not to undo any progress from yesterday. We are doing okay, it's been a long weekend. Alex has been a rock star and continues to set the bar for new dads worldwide.
What I got instead was a 3:30 wake up to what I thought at first was night sweats. I got out of bed to go wash my face, and found out that I most likely loosened a couple of stitches. Everything was a mess. I figured that since I was still walking around that I was overall - okay. But, I would have to tell Alex that something was wrong.
I started to walk out to the living room, and before he could turn around I blurted out "Okay, don't panic, but I've got a little bit of bleeding from my stitches." And, when I said a "little bit" I totally lied. I looked like a halloween scare house actress who enjoyed the cinema blood a little too much.
I could not talk fast enough. Had I not warned him, I wonder if he would have fainted. And, by the look on his face, something was very wrong. He called 911, then the baby woke up, and then I had to lie down.
The next thing I know, I'm getting wheeled out of the house by paramedics, leaving Alex and Iolani behind. That was rough.
We got to the emergency room at Good Samaritan, quickly saw a doctor, and confirmed my hunch. Yes, a couple of stitches on my right side gave out, and I had a shallow gap which was obviously dripping. They wrapped me up with gauze, absorbent squares, an ace wrap, and some antibiotics.
Meanwhile, I'm feeling like I really need to nurse. I knew Alex and Iolani were around somewhere. I asked the doctor to get them back with me as soon as possible. And, like magic there they were. Even though we'd only been separated for 90 minutes, it felt like an eternity. I nursed the baby, we got our discharge papers, and additional instructions:
"Bed Rest and Don't Carry A Thing, Not Even The Baby"
Geeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssssssss.
Bed rest has been assigned to me four times in my entire life, well now five. The previous times it was coupled with some heavy sleeping pills - not necessarily for the pain, but to ensure that I stay down. Bed rest and I don't get along.
Don't carry a thing: okay, I'll try.
Don't carry the baby? WTF? She's 18 days old, she needs to nurse every 15 minutes, her diaper needs changing every 17 minutes. She needs a bath, she needs to be cuddled. And, even with splitting the duties with Alex - that still means...oh, whatever. They don't know what they are talking about.
But, because all this was said in front of Alex it became law. I did stay down all day yesterday. Okay, I lie. I stayed down for most of yesterday. Alex's mom came by, total Godsend! She was able to lift, cuddle, swoon over Iolani while I just spent the morning in bed hoping for faster healing. I knew that since she was there, I could sleep and not worry so much about Iolani. My only responsibility was to be a nursing cow. :-) Which, I'm happy to do.
I'm up a bit more today, but still not carrying much. I carried Iolani for one brief second, but I was careful not to undo any progress from yesterday. We are doing okay, it's been a long weekend. Alex has been a rock star and continues to set the bar for new dads worldwide.
9/12/2008
We tried ArtWalk
Last night we decided to venture out to go see some downtown Goats. It didn't work out so well because the goats had already gone off to bed, and they were expected to depart downtown this morning at 10 a.m. After goat-ing we were off to Weenez to get some ice cream and then head back to the house.
Once we got to Weenez we thought we'd try to get to Bert's gallery on the corner of 5th and Main. We got mid-block before Iolani announced that she was ready to go home. We made it to the door of Bert's gallery and realized that we were very ill-prepared to head inside. We should have used the Ergo and not the stroller to walk the sidewalks that night.
Two things stood out though last night - people are still walking around outside of the galleries with wine and beer in their hands. People - this is against the law. At some point the police will start to crack down on this. It is fine to enjoy your wine with art, but stay inside the gallery with your drink. Get a smaller glass if you aren't able to finish it all. There's nothing in the booklets that say you have to tank up in order to enjoy ArtWalk.
The second thing - jeez - a lot of smokers.
9/07/2008
Just checking the statistics
Iolani's birthday (August 27) brought the most hits to ginnycase.com - 289. The next day we got 123. It's died back down to the average 20 to 30 hits a day.
Monthly stats starting with when we found out we were expecting:
April: 457 (Baby announcement)
May: 394 (Just getting big)
June: 658 (DLANC Election)
July: 881 (Getting bigger)
August: 1,150 (Anticipation and birth)
Monthly stats starting with when we found out we were expecting:
April: 457 (Baby announcement)
May: 394 (Just getting big)
June: 658 (DLANC Election)
July: 881 (Getting bigger)
August: 1,150 (Anticipation and birth)
9/06/2008
9/02/2008
Westside meetings start Wednesday!
As everyone's been telling you, Wednesday is the first Westside Extension Meeting. Please go. Then you can hop over to all of the blogs and write up your storm. If you can't make the Santa Monica meeting, remember, there's one in Beverly Hills, Westwood, West Hollywood, and at LACMA.
Yes, I know there's a Dodger game, but you will have time to do both. Also, if you get to the meeting on time, you can also get home in time to watch the premier of America's Next Top Model, Knight Rider, and Lipstick Jungle.
Yes, I know there's a Dodger game, but you will have time to do both. Also, if you get to the meeting on time, you can also get home in time to watch the premier of America's Next Top Model, Knight Rider, and Lipstick Jungle.
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