Well, there's still much to catch up on here, and I'm chipping away bit by bit. I don't want to write a novel about Freya's birth, but I'll say this. I had planned on a natural birth at a birth center, my care was handled by a nurse midwife, and I took a hypnobirth class. I wound up with an emergency c-section at 41 weeks and 6 days after a couple days of on and off labor helped along with castor oil, membrane stripping, and other un-fun interventions. Freya was born on November 4, 2017, and spent a week in the NICU after meconium aspiration and two collapsed lungs. We all struggled to recover, especially me, since I spent four days in the hospital after surgery, then another couple days in the NICU with Freya. I wound up with an infected incision, a week on antibiotics that didn't work, then another week on ones that (thankfully) did, and a long slow healing process. Thank goodness for modern medicine. We are both alive and well, and likely would not have been had we been in my persona's period instead of mine. That said, we are all healthy and happy and processing our experience. Here's a picture (credit: Arlen Donald) of our lovely little warrior at one week old, posed with her daddy's (mostly decorative at this point) helmet, shield, and weapons. More SCA chat to come!
I like to: play with fleece, spin, knit, weave, sew, garden, cook, eat, bake bread, dance, read, sing, and learn new things.