Thursday, November 10, 2011

Nittany Lions? More like cowardly lions.

I heard about a news story Tuesday that really really disturbed me.  It's still a developing story but based on what I have learned I'm pretty freaking angry about what happened.  You might want to check out this link first to familiarize yourself with who are the key players in this story.   There are several details that have not been explained, many questions that need to be answered, and if they are later revealed, I will be happy to revise my opinions based on the new information.  Let me get this out of the way first and foremost: if these allegations are true (and currently, I am inclined to believe they are) the core of the fault lies with Jerry Sandusky.  He was the perpetrator of these crimes and deserves all the punishment  the law can give him.  He was absolutely in the wrong, these were evil acts, and should be condemned most vociferously.  But my purpose here is to focus on the surrounding players in this tragic saga.

I am so bothered by the lack of action by so many people, mostly university officials.  I have a hard time believing that a man with 40 criminal counts against him, including serial sexual abuse of children, fooled everyone for all those years. People had to have picked up on something being off about him, both at the university and those involved with his charity, The Second Mile, probably others as well.  Not to mention, there were at least two instances where individuals witnessed crimes and reported them to others, so some people had the idea in their heads that he might be capable of these acts.

I hate that four different people saw a young boy being attacked by a grown man and did nothing in that moment.  NOTHING.  They couldn't even muster calling out "Hey! What's going on here?" let alone physically getting involved and stopping the assault?  That is the first failure.  In that moment, they should have done something to help the boys and stop the abuse.  Then moving on, they take the time to consult other, uninvolved people?  They didn't call the police right off the bat?  Or even in the least, report it to a university official immediately so that the police could be contacted ASAP?  In one instance, the janitor told several co-workers and his supervisor, who gave him the information about who to report it to, but he never did make the official report.  It was important enough to talk to a supervisor about, but he couldn't be bothered to tell the official?  And in another, the grad assistant, Mike McQueary, called his dad and waited a whole day to talk to Joe Paterno?  He didn't immediately go to Paterno and say, "I witnessed this crime.  It needs to be reported to the police and I am going to make sure that happens.  You can either come with me or you can ignore it, but I am taking responsibility for notifying the university and the police."  Or something like that.  I am okay with him notifying his superiors (and Sandusky's superiors) at the university, but he needed to take ownership of notifying the police.  He was the witness, he needed to make the report.  If there were university policies in place that were set up so that he couldn't report it directly, then Penn State needs to seriously examine them and truly re-evaluate whether they are correct and moral.

No football team, player, coach, or university's reputation is worth a child's life being destroyed.  Self-preservation is an instinct, but we have high-functioning brains that should allow us, nay should compel us, to overcome the desire to place our careers or comfortable lives above a child's welfare.

So now, the assault has been reported to Joe Paterno, venerable, beloved coach who has emphasized 
"Success with Honor" for years, and what does he do?  He simply calls the athletic director and leaves it there.  He doesn't try to follow up?  He doesn't give the AD the same speech that I wish McQueary had given him?  Did he even encourage the grad assistant to go to the police?  Or did he tell him to hush up and wait to be contacted?  To not risk Penn State and Paterno's reputations by breathing a word of it to anyone?  Is it possible McQueary was threatened, either explicitly or implied, to leave it alone or risk ruining his career and his own reputation?  Did Paterno even recognize that a terrible crime had been committed, on Penn State property, or did he only see warning lights flash in his head and do the least he was obligated to do out of a misguided effort to guard his legacy?  Or conversely, was McQueary offered, again either outright or through implication, a more secure career, a speedier trajectory up the ranks, if he was quiet?  (Not punishment for speaking out, but reward for not.)  How did McQueary continue to work there, knowing Sandusky was still around and nothing ever came of his report?  What does that say about his moral character?

From what I have read, Paterno fulfilled his legal obligation.  Fine, I accept that he has and is not guilty of a crime.  But his lack of follow up, his lack of seeking out the truth, his utter lack of getting the hell rid of Sandusky, kicking him off the campus is so appalling.  It seems clear to me that he placed his football program's reputation above children's safety.  From what Mark Madden of Beaver County Times said,  "Did Penn State not make an issue of Sandusky's alleged behavior in 1998 in exchange for him walking away from the program.... Did Penn State's considerable influence help get Sandusky off the hook?  Don't kid yourself. That could happen.  Don't underestimate the power of Paterno and Penn State in central Pennsylvania when it comes to politicians, the police and the media."  How scary is it that the police, the very people we trust to serve and protect us, can be pushed around and influenced by a football program?  Paterno may have fulfilled his legal obligation, but he came nowhere close to doing his moral duty.  Once an eyewitness came to him, explaining what he had seen, Paterno should have made sure an full investigation was done and that the truth was found out.  He should have had that goal and pursued it, even if only for peace of mind.  If the allegations brought by McQueary were false, why would you want him to continue working for you?  If they were true, why would you want to continue any sort of affiliation with Sandusky, let alone granting him access to the campus facilities where these crimes were perpetrated?!  No matter what the truth was, something was wrong here, and Paterno should have wanted to find it out and take the necessary actions.

Once the report was made from Paterno to the Athletic Director, again, why weren't the police called?  I don't see how in this type of circumstance the university can think it has the resources, biased or not, to conduct a fair and thorough investigation of this magnitude.  These were crimes.  Not NCAA violations that may result in fines or suspensions.  Crimes.  Violations of state laws, punishable by lengthy prison sentences.  Those laws are enforced by the police, violations thereof are investigated by the police.  Now several Penn State officials are facing criminal charges of their own, not just for failing to report the abuse, but some are facing perjury charges as well.  They are accused of lying to the grand jury.  I'm just venturing a guess here, but I doubt they were lying in order to make Sandusky look worse.

I was watching an program on ESPN Wednesday afternoon (I believe it was NFL Live) where two former NFL players were commenting on the story, by having the question "Should Joe Paterno coach this Saturday?" posed to them.  (This was prior to Paterno's firing, but after his announcement of retirement.)  Marcellus Wiley answered first, saying yes he should coach, and then went on to liken this 'scandal' to teammates who "have indiscretions off the field" and how it was important to support them during difficult times like that.  Mark Schlereth said no, absolutely not, even went as far to say that Penn State should not even play on Saturday.  I was taken aback by that, but also very impressed.  I don't know that Penn State shouldn't play, but I agreed that Paterno should not coach and when I heard about the firing later in the day I felt it was the right call to make.  But seriously, Marcellus, these accusations are not of mere 'indiscretions'.  The rape of a child is not the same as getting caught with a bag of weed or a hooker or even just having an affair.  This was not a mistake made in the heat of the moment, like slapping your spouse in the middle of a furious argument.  These are severe crimes against children.  This is not a time to circle the wagons and offer your support.  This is a time to bring the truth to light and if crimes were committed, you need to stand with the victims, stand with the right, not give 'support' to the perpetrator.

When stories like this come to public knowledge, you hear this line a lot, "Nobody knows what they would do in that situation."  What a pathetic excuse.  You see a crime, an sexual attack, being committed against a child, by an 55+ year old man, and you, a strong 28 year old football player/coach can't do anything about it?!  Here is what I think every responsible, moral person person should do for themselves.  As a youth, I was taught in my church classes to decide now what I would do in a given situation; if I was asked to do something that I knew was against my values.  By thinking about it and deciding my answer ahead of time, I would be prepared when/if that situation came upon me and not have to think about it in the moment.  I challenge everyone sit down and think about what you would do if you witnessed such a crime.  Decide now that you would do something to stop it, in that moment, and that you would report it to the police as soon as you could.  Then if, heaven forbid, you come upon such a situation, you can just act and do the right thing.

This whole situation is infuriating to me.  I am appalled that so many individuals thought of themselves first, and due to their lack of action, more young boys were attacked and abused.  I can't believe Sandusky was still allowed access to Penn State facilities even after accusations had been reported to school officials.  I am glad that those in power who failed to report these crimes are being fired from their jobs and facing criminal charges.  I don't understand why students are protesting Paterno's dismissal, and why in heaven's name they think destruction is the way to get their message across.  It is beyond disturbing that the image and reputation of a university and it's football program were consistently placed above the welfare and needs of children.  These were major moral lapses by so many people and, while I wholeheartedly believe in repentance and forgiveness, I hope they are now suffering major guilt and will forever try to repair the damage they allowed to happen.  This series of crimes could have been stopped several times, victims could have been saved, and for that to have not happened is a tragedy in and of itself.

As this story develops, I am reading more articles about it.  I encourage you to read this one by Jemele Hill and this one by Howard Bryant.  If I have any of my facts wrong, please let me know (include sources).  I want to be completely accurate.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

10 years ago...

I have been meaning to sit down and write this out for 10 years and I am finally doing it today.  On September 11th, 2001, I was 17 years old and had just started my senior year of high school.  It was the first week of seminary and that's where I was that morning.  I remember Neal coming in late and announcing to the class that a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York.  I only had a vague idea of what the Twin Towers and World Trade Center were.  When I heard a plane had crashed into one of them, I assumed it was a small, private plane and it was an accident.  I left seminary about 15 minutes early because I had to go to a Key Club meeting before school.  My sister and I were in the car, listening to Jackie and Bender's morning show, and they were very uncharacteristically somber and sedated.  It caught our attention immediately and we listened closer to what they were saying.  That's when we found out a second plane had hit the other Tower.  For me, and I'm sure for everyone, that was when it sunk in that this was no accident.  They were even saying there were reports that these were jumbo jets, not small private aircraft.  That was even scarier.

Once I was at school, I went to the library for the meeting.  All of us waiting for it to start were milling around, nervously discussing what was going on, trying to get information.  I can't remember if there was a sign or someone told us, but our Key Club meeting was cancelled because all of the teachers were in an emergency meeting before school started.  My friend Kristen was there with me and we clung to each other, both pretty freaked out by the little information we had.  We started to gather in our classrooms and watch TV while waiting for the teachers.  I had math for 1st period and we were all in there when our teacher finally showed up.  I remember that teacher as being the most monotone, boring teacher I ever had.  But that day, I saw him choked up and struggling to speak to us as he turned off the TV and told us we were going to continue on with normal class.  There was some protest and groaning, but we made it through the class.

My second period was Women's Choir.  I rushed there, both to find more information and because my best friend Ashley was in that class with me.  It being a Women's Choir and the very beginning of school, our teacher Ms. Hitt let us girls watch the news coverage.  That was when we found out about the Pentagon crash and the collapse of the towers.  It was a punch to the gut to realize that it just kept getting worse.  We sat around in horror, some of us crying, not knowing where it was going to end.  After choir, it was Yearbook with my other best friend Regan.  Mr. McKinney let us watch as well and that was when the plane crash in Pennsylvania was reported and we learned about all the flights in the US being grounded.  At this point, I felt so out of control.  It felt like every time we turned on the TV something more had happened.  It had obviously occurred in more than one place, so I was envisioning attacks continuing in a wave across the country from the East Coast to the West Coast.  I didn't think Seattle was a super likely target, but if the day had taught me anything, it was that anything could happen.  My dad worked at Boeing's Everett headquarters.  I remember taking a tour of Boeing years before being told that they had bomb shelters and such because they had been a target during World War 2 (because they designed and manufactured military planes).  This kept nagging at me, so I finally called my dad at work and told him I wanted him to go home.  He told me I didn't need to worry, that nothing was going to happen to him.  He kind of brushed off my concerns, but at the same time, my dad was telling me it would be okay, so I had to trust that.  During that class, things finally slowed down and started sinking in.

The rest of the day, I don't remember in vivid detail.  I do know that we didn't have the TV on during 4th period, which was my 'block' class (English & Government).  I went home for awhile, and then we ended up going over to my dad's house.  I remember watching the coverage with him and that was the first time I heard the names Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and Moammar Gadhafi.  It took me a couple days to remember how to say them and sort them out in my head.  I watched the footage of the second plane hitting Tower 2, and the towers collapsing so many times and even now, the emotional reaction is no less gut-wrenching.  It was the first time I really started paying more attention to international affairs, national security and politics.  In that day, I was thrust from the safe, secure idyll of childhood into a new, harsh, scary reality of adulthood.

School went on, I remember having moments of silence over the next few days.  There was a girl in one of my classes who had family in New York that she hadn't heard from and she was obviously very worried and upset.  But I think that was the closest I got to anyone directly involved.  My dad was supposed to go on a business trip later that month to Montreal but it was cancelled.

Three months after the attacks, my dad took my brother, sister and me to Connecticut to visit his sister & her family for Christmas.  It was the first time we'd be flying after the attacks and the heightened security.  I had had jaw surgery in August of the year and had 24 metal screws put in my jaws.  I remember thinking that I might set off the metal detectors with all of the metal now in my face, in addition to my braces.  I even thought about bringing along my x-ray, showing the screws.  It ended up not being an issue, and I made it through just fine.  On that trip, we went to New York three times.  One of those days, we went to Ground Zero.  I remember the smell.  I knew the smell would stick with me for the rest of my life.  You could see ash and dust and scorch marks on the buildings around Ground Zero.  It was so surreal.  I couldn't and still can't comprehend what had happened right there where I stood just three and half months earlier.   We couldn't see too much, but a lot of the debris had been cleared and there were these big fences with green tarps around the holes left by the towers.  There was a hushed reverence there that I'll always remember.

The events of 9/11 were a foreboding start to what turned out to be a very dramatic year; it felt like we were mourning all year.  It was also the start to my adult life.  A big part of the rest of my life, and now my children's lives, have been shaped because of that one day.  I wonder what my children will think about it and what they will ask me.  That was my main reason for writing this down.  I want them to know about that day, not only the facts, but the feelings and experiences of their mother.  I lived that day and this is what is was for me.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


I'm trying to revamp my blog a little and make it more exciting, more functional, more informational.  Thus far, I mostly just write about random stuff, whenever I want to.  I don't know if very many people read this, so if you do, comment and let me know!  Also, tell me what you would like to see from me, both general content (like, what do you want to know about me in an "About Me" page) and specific topics for posts.  I mostly write this for myself, but I'd like to be interesting for my readers as well.  :-)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Happy Mothers Day?

Mothers Day is a day sure to elicit strong emotions from everyone.  Each person has their own opinions on what is appropriate and who should be celebrated on this day.  I've had some rather interesting conversations about this lately, especially about how it should be celebrated at and in the context of our Church.  I thought I might put my own thoughts and feelings down.

I think the conflict in celebrating Mothers Day comes from a fundamental confusion about what is being celebrated.  Are we celebrating acts of mothering?  The motherly qualities that teach and comfort, even if only in moments?  Are we celebrating the idea, the divine role of mothering?  Or are we celebrating those women who serve 'in the trenches' day in and day out?  Who sacrifice their bodies, their times, their own needs in order to give completely to their children?  The ones who are actively mothers, with children that they care for, seemingly unceasingly?  Herein, lies the conflict, at least for me.  I haven't come to any conclusions about what the day is meant to celebrate, only ideas about how to celebrate depending on which interpretation you're using.

At my church, it's traditional for all adult women to be given a small gift at the end of Sacrament Meeting on Mothers Day.  This is usually arranged by the Young Men's organization, so boys 12-18 years old and their leaders.  In order to avoid anyone having to make awkward determinations about who is or is not a mother, they have all the women stand and receive the gift, usually something simple, like a chocolate bar, a plant or a bookmark.  The first year I was an adult in a ward where there were families, I didn't have any children of my own; I had only been married less than 2 months!  I felt awkward receiving a gift and being celebrated for something I hadn't done yet.  The year after that, I was pregnant with my first child and felt a little better about being celebrated because I was on the path to motherhood, but it was still early and very few people knew I was pregnant.  I was still pretty sick at that point too.  Obviously since then, I've had a child and been a mother, in a way that was obvious to everyone.

I've found there is so much pressure on those who are asked to give a talk or teach a lesson on Mothers Day.  There is pressure to include everyone, women who have children at home, women who haven't been able to have children because of infertility, women who have grown children and some of whom are grandmothers, women who are unmarried or waiting to have children, women who never had children for whatever reason but have had motherly influences on others as aunts, teachers, leaders, etc.  Yet, I've also felt that when you say "We're all mothers, no matter what" it at least somewhat minimizes the struggles and day to day sacrifices of those who are mothers.  Let me say that when I tell people what the biggest adjustment about parenthood was for me, it was the relentlessness. Parenting does not stop.  You may do all the same tasks: cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, reading books, etc as a babysitter, a nanny, an aunt or a grandmothers, but at some point, your shift is over and you give the kids back to their parents.  When you're the parent, your shift never stops.  You may get a few hours here and there where you're not performing the childcare yourself, but you are always thinking about it, thinking about what you need to teach your children, thinking about the responsibility you have for them.  There is a never a break from that.  And that is what makes parenthood different.  So not every woman is a mother.  (The conversation about when you become a mother is a separate one.  I have friends who have lost babies or are birthmothers who placed their babies for adoption.  I wouldn't dream of telling them that since they aren't caring for their children every day that they're not mothers.  Same with how I wouldn't tell an adoptive mother that since she doesn't share genetics with her children, that she isn't really a mother.  Like I said, that's a different conversation.)

Both my sister and my sister-in-law are very involved aunts in the lives of their nieces and nephews.  They babysit the kids, take them out for special events, have them over for sleepovers, and care for all their needs in the hours/days the kids are with them.  These women are performing mothering acts, having a motherly influence.  My daughter loves her Auntie Katie so much and is just about as comfortable with her as she is with me.  But, Katie isn't her mother, I am.  At the end of the day, I am the one worrying about if Jilly is eating enough, if she is where she should be developmentally, if she has the clothes she needs, and so on.  The aunts enrich the lives of the children and teach them many things, these kids are so blessed to have them!  These ladies will make fantastic mothers when that day comes.  But at this time, they're not mothers, and while their efforts are motherly and definitely valuable, they're not the same as those I make as a mother.

But on the other side, I definitely believe that all women are endowed with special qualities and abilities from our Heavenly parents that are those of mothers and motherhood.  I believe every woman (and really, you could swap mother for father and motherhood for fatherhood throughout all of this) has the potential and the inherent qualities to be motherly.  This is what I think people really mean when they say "We're all mothers."  I think they mean "We're all motherly, because we are created in the image of our Heavenly Mother."  This is where I absolutely feel it appropriate and important to recognize the motherly influences of all different roles.

Growing up, I had a great mother.  She taught me not only day to day skills and modeled how to be a mother, but she taught me important character and spiritual lessons.  I learned how to cook, a little bit of sewing, how to change a diaper, how to make hospital corners when making a bed, how to read, and so many more things.  She also taught me, by example and by talking with me, to be confident in who I am and how I deserve to be treated, how to look for the fun and humor in life, how to find the silver lining, and how to examine and analyze a situation and look for the deeper meaning.  I also had many other women in my life who have been motherly to me and influenced and taught me.  When I was in college, especially the year I got engaged and married, there was a senior missionary couple at the Institute.  The wife, Sister Smith, took everyone under her wing, and was an especial support to me during that time.  She helped me get ready to go through the temple for my endowments and encouraged me, and most of all, was happy for me about my upcoming marriage.  She filled a void with her mothering of me.  I am grateful for hers and many other women's mothering efforts on my behalf.  I have so benefited from them.  But their influence and efforts and sacrifices, while amazing, weren't quite the same as my own mother's and I don't want to project the idea that they are equal.

I think this is the conflict of Mothers Day.  Do we celebrate the efforts and sacrifices of mothers or the influence and divine nature of the institution of motherhood?  That can be a personal decision for each person in their own family.  This year, my husband made an effort to pamper me all weekend and tell me how much he appreciated all I did as a mother for our children.  And when I wrote out the card to my own mother, I wrote it only from me and thanked her for what she did as a mother.  I had my kids give her presents, hug her, kiss her, and tell her Happy Mothers Day, but it was mostly about me celebrating her efforts as a mother, not necessarily as a grandmother.  But, when you're involved in a church or organization, as I am, and Mothers Day needs to be addressed by the group, how do you best do that?  You want to value everyone and all their efforts, yet you cover such a large and varied group it's hard to do without annoying or offending or hurting someone.  Here is how I think Mothers Day should be approached, at least in the context of my church.

I think all the talks in Sacrament Meeting should be about the divine nature of womanhood and motherhood.  I want to hear about how all women are patterned after our Heavenly Mother and the qualities given to us from Her.  I want to hear about the motherly influence each of us can have on others, no matter if we have born and raised children or not.  I want it to be about those divine qualities of nurturing, spirituality, patience, faith, and love.  I feel that is a way to include all women and celebrate Mothers Day for each of us.  I do not want to hear about how being a mother is about teaching your kids how to clean the toilet or make jam or other tasks.  I'm not saying those are bad things, but I do think making the celebration of Mothers Day, by the Church, about those things can only lead to offense and upset.  Women without children will feel belittled and ignored because they can't do those things with their own children.  Women with children will feel like they're being held up to a standard that is impossible to live up to and more discouraged about things that really don't matter, like how often they sweep the floor.  Let's focus on the principles and divinity of the gifts of mothering, not on the nitty gritty details that vary for each woman and her situation.  Sunday School, I would say to ignore it completely and just continue with the normally scheduled lesson.  And for Relief Society and Young Womens, I have two ideas, depending on the ward.  For either plan, I would like it if the men of the ward took over Primary and Nursery and all the sisters (including YW) could meet together (they could do this either only the third hour, or to have the biggest impact, have the men take over the 2nd hour Primary classes as well, so the women can go to Sunday School too).   The first suggestion is to  have a lesson on motherhood, in the same vein as the Sacrament Meeting talks.  Let us celebrate the beautiful and divine influence we can have as mothers and motherly figures.  Let us encourage those future mothers (whether they be the YW or just RS sisters who haven't had children yet) about how noble and rewarding motherhood is!  Let us uplift all the women in the ward and recognize their motherly efforts.  Let us truly bond as sisters and as women, daughters of Heavenly parents who love us and have given us so much.  The second suggestion is to gather together and just 'take the day off', if you will.  This happened in a few wards of my friends' yesterday.  The women gathered in the cultural hall (or wherever) and got to sit and chat and socialize, while eating yummy treats, like a chocolate fountain or cheesecake.  Sure, it's not deeply spiritual, but it would be so nice to have that opportunity for all the sisters of the ward to get to spend time together.  I know it would be especially rewarding to those women who serve in Primary and Young Women each week, sacrificing the chance to go to Sunday School and Relief Society for their own spiritual nourishment, and instead work with small squirmy children and teenagers who resist all authority.  Often these women feel so isolated from the Relief Society and sisterhood, and one day a year to congregate with and enrich those bonds of sisterhood could make a big difference.

This also leads me to another thing about Mothers Day that I take issue with.  There is an attitude in the Church that women are saints and men are sinners.  Look at the difference between the General RS Meeting talks and the talks given in the Priesthood session of General Conference.  The women are vaunted and nearly beatified, constantly being told about how wonderful and long suffering they are.  The men are told that they're constantly screwing up, like they're all viewing pornography and ignoring their Priesthood responsibilities.  Overall, it's like "The poor saintly women have to put up with these sinful, dumb men."  And then, when a woman leader does get up and not even harshly, but gently, call the women to task, she is ridiculed and excoriated and the cry of "How dare she say that!  Doesn't she know that I can't do that because of these circumstances in my life?!  We don't all live in that perfect world!"  (Some of the uproar after Sister Julie B. Beck's "Mothers Who Know" talk a few years ago, comes to mind.)  This attitude plays out on both Mothers Day and Fathers Day.  Have you noticed the difference in how they are celebrated at church?  When was the last time you heard a Sacrament Meeting talk on the third Sunday of June contain the phrase "We're all fathers"?  Have you ever heard it?  I don't know that I have.  I do know that I've heard plenty of talks that still showcase a father's weaknesses and faults and make fun of them.  How sad!  So everything I have suggested for celebrating Mothers Day is meant to be applied completely equally to Fathers Day.  (I feel that the attitude I've described also desperately needs to change, but this is another thing that is a conversation for another day.)

Mothers Day is a day to celebrate mothers as well as the institution of motherhood and influence of mothering.  So much of the conflict and upset surround this day could be resolved, or at least ameliorated, by recognizing and acknowledging the divide in how the holiday is perceived and adjusted the celebrations thusly.  What are your thoughts on any of this?  How do you perceive Mothers Day?  What do you want to see, in how it is celebrated, specifically at church?  What is the purpose of the day?   The conclusions that I have come to aren't hard and fast.  I would like to other people's experiences and thoughts.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Exploring My Fears

Here I am, 34 weeks pregnant with my third child.  You'd think I'd be an old pro at this by now, having gone through 3 pregnancies in 5 years.  But I find there are fears each time you go through this.  They are different with each baby, but the fears are there nonetheless. I've learned that if I give voice to those fears, type them out or say them out loud it takes away their power.  I can talk myself through them and view them more rationally.

This baby is not coming when we had planned for her.  After Jason was born, I said I wanted to wait until he turned 3 before trying to get pregnant again.  I struggle so much with morning sickness and not only is it incredibly draining on myself and my husband, but I saw the toll it took on Jilly.  There were mornings where all I could do was to lift her out of bed and hand her a cup of juice, before collapsing on the couch and barely moving for the next couple hours, except to throw up.  I couldn't really care for her very well for weeks.  That was probably the (emotionally) hardest part of his pregnancy.  Because of that experience, I knew I wanted him and Jilly to both be older and more self-sufficient before we went through that again.  But as I have learned, my plans don't always work out.  Jason was 15 months old, so much a baby, still nursing frequently and not quite walking when I got pregnant.  Jilly wasn't quite 4 and still not potty-trained.  Steve had been out of work for almost a year at that point.  HOLY COW.  I spent that first night panicking.  "What am I going to do?  How am I going to handle two little babies and my preschooler who still needs so much?  How are we going to afford this?  How am I going to fit all three in our apartment or our car?  Three is such a huge number!!!"  My husband gave me the most hope.  He was not just calm, but reassuring and excited.  He told me he wasn't scared, things would work out, and how lucky were we for getting to have another baby?  I put my faith in him and in my Heavenly Father, that this baby wouldn't have come unless it was for both her and our benefit.

The first trimester was predictably horrendous.  I was sick so often, lost weight and all around was no fun to be with.  But it was easier this time.  You'd think that my husband being out of work would be a huge stress, but it ended up being a wonderful blessing.  He was home full time.  He could do everything that needed to be done: taking care of the kids 100% (well, 98%- I still would do Jilly's hair for school most of the time ;-)), cooking, cleaning, running to the store to get my prescription at  11pm on Friday night so I'd have it for work tomorrow, he took the kids to the Trunk or Treat because I couldn't get off the couch, etc.  He is AMAZING.  It not only made things easier on me, because I didn't have to be responsible for those things, but it also made things easier on me emotionally, because I could see that my kids were still being taken care of, just as they were used to.  What a comfort that was!!  Jason weaned himself only a couple weeks after I found out I was pregnant.  I was a little sad about it, because I wanted to nurse until he was 2, but I was mostly relieved that I wouldn't be trying to breastfeed, grow a baby, and survive myself.  I was still scared, because it was so physically taxing, especially with work (I was working three 12 hour shifts a week).  But we made it through.

Once the morning sickness lifted, it was much easier to get excited.  At the end of January, we found out Jilly was right all along; the baby is a girl!  At the beginning of the pregnancy, we'd told Jilly we were having a new baby and she seemed to understand right away.  The baby was in Mama's tummy and when asked if it was a boy or girl, she was adamant the baby was a girl.  We even asked her what we should name the baby and she responded, "Ducky.  Baby Duck."  Which, of course, was adorable, so the nickname stuck and Ducky has been a much talked about person in our family.  We also decided to plan for another out-of-hospital birth, but this time we decided to plan on the birth center in Kirkland.  It's a little farther from our house, but not much.  We toured it the other day and it is a beautiful place to birth our little girl.

Of course, now that the birth is looming before us, there is a new set of fears creeping up.  I've been dealing with this awful hip pain during the whole pregnancy.  It's been getting worse and sometimes gets down into my leg and knee, the joints/bones as well as the muscles.  It has certainly made getting around even harder and I have to be careful about how much walking I do in a day, lest I really exacerbate it.  The last few weeks have been the worst, and even driving hurts it (its my right hip/leg).  I kept thinking that delivery would be the solution; as soon as the baby is off my pelvis and the bulk of the extra weight is off, it will be way less painful.  That will definitely help.  But it recently occurred to me that this might affect me while in labor.  What if the baby settles into a position that puts a lot of pressure on my hip and I have to deal with awful pain there on top of contractions?  What if I can't handle it and I feel forced into transferring to the hospital and getting an epidural?  And worst of all, what if my pelvis is twisted enough that it won't allow her through/ into a position where she can get out, and I have to not only transfer, but have a C-section- just because of this hip?  I'm not irrational about this; I recognize that these things may come to pass and if they do, they will be to appropriate choices.  But they're not what I want and I worry about what that will do to me, not only physically, but emotionally.  Recovering from a C-section will be a much different, and likely much more difficult, experience than I have gone through before.  To do with when three small kids will be even harder.  There's a whole host of risks that go along with any interventions and being forced into using them, means that the benefits outweigh the risks or that the risks of not intervening are higher.  I loathe the idea that my baby might be in danger; who would like that?!

I hadn't mentioned these fears to anyone for a few days, then shared them with some friends and Steve and my midwife.  I hadn't told her much about the hip pain until really recently (not sure why, I just hadn't), so I explained the pain and then told her about my concerns with the implications for the birth.  She was really reassuring and reminded me about all the options I have before we get to those decisions. Both she and the apprentice midwife working with her, reminded me how soothing and pain-relieving water can be.  I know that it can help with labor contractions (hence why I had Jason in a bathtub), but I hadn't considered what it might be able to do for the hip pain, especially if it's affecting my muscles.  We discussed the other possibilities for transfer and how we would go about doing so, which hospital we would go to, method of transport, etc.  And she told me something really important, in that they have to transfer multiparas (women who have given birth at least once) very rarely, around twice a year.  It was so reassuring!  We toured the birth center as well the other day and it beautiful.  A very relaxing and soothing place, perfect for a birth.

Now that I've explored my fears, I'm feeling a lot better about the impending birth.  There is still so much I don't know and can't control about how it will unfold.  I'm just 3 weeks from being considered "full term" and it being okay for Ducky to come out.  All the important things are figured out.  Her car seat is in the car, clothes are gathered, childcare for the older two is set up, even bought newborn diapers and we've gone over plans with the birth center and midwives.  There are   still plenty of things to do, like pack our bags for the birth, wash her clothes and get a piece of furniture to store them in, reorganize my bedroom a little bit to fit her in easier, etc.  But really and truly, if we didn't do anything more to prepare that just pack bags for labor (which will be minimal anyway), she would be just fine, it would just give us more to do after she was born.

Giving voice to my fears was the most important thing I could have done for them.  By articulating them and sharing them with someone else, they have less mysterious power over me.  I have talked through them and gotten reassurance about not only what to do if they come to fruition, but also had them put in perspective about how likely they are and what it really means in the end.  I feel so much more at peace/ Now I can just focus on getting through these last few weeks and preparing to meet my Duckling.  I can enjoy it, even.  Before we know it, I will be back to having a newborn and adjusting to being the mother of three!!  It's still daunting, but not paralyzing or terrifying.  Now it's just an exciting challenge I want to meet.