Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Biology is cool.
We started homeschool early to accommodate the time it will take for me to recover from birthing a child this fall (how much time do you need for the fourth baby - two or three days?), so we are right in the middle of our third week. I have to say, it is going a thousand times better than I had anticipated. Granted, things are coming up that I can see will definitely have to be adjusted, and there are things that may prove to pose a challenge later on, but for now, we have been getting the work done, the girls seem to be enjoying it (someone has only cried twice, and once it was me), and while I am still spending a great deal of time over-thinking everything and second-guessing whether or not I am doing enough, in the right way, with the best materials, it is mostly just great. On the downside, my house is a wreck. Sorry honey, it's the education and character formation of our precious offspring or domesticity - I can't do both. Apparently I had failed to connect that time spent preparing and schooling would ultimately leave much less time for the usually "passable" job I do at keeping our house spick and span, and when you add in the fact that I am large and in charge in terms of pregnancy progression, what we're left with is mountains of laundry and complaints from the small blonde that her feet are sticking to the floor. Eh. Maybe after the baby is born...good one. This is it, people. Speaking of the baby, the big girls are all very curious about her, asking about how big she is, what she does in there, how does she come out (magic, duh), and can they help feed her when she's here. The feeding is especially a topic of interest. I explained that no, they cannot help feed her when she is first born because babies do not eat the same food that we do until they are a bit older and can sit up. Now, I'm not one to make stuff up just to keep the kids from asking questions (see reference to use of magic in the birthing process), so generally, as appropriately as I can, I try to just tell them what's up. Why can't you drink pool water? It will give you diarrhea. What are hamburgers made of? Dead cows. What's on that guy's face? It's a mole, now hush. What do babies eat? Their mother's milk. Here we see a look of "oh, yes, of course" followed by "but...wait..." and then more questions, which I answer as maturely and matter of factly as I can, because hey man, that's how it goes. Boobs feed babies. Deal. I nursed all of the girls, but I can understand that as they were much younger the last time around, the awareness of it happening was probably not very great, and so it is to be expected that a 6, almost 5, and 3 year old are, well, interested in the whole process. It is actually pretty rad that a mother's body is entirely capable of nourishing her baby all on it's own, and I get that the experience is not always as dreamy and primal for everyone as it is for some, but you have to admit, that is some fine divine design. Needless to say, our conversations about breasts have gone up tenfold in the last few months, but in a house full of females, I imagine this is just what I'm looking at for the future. Sorry husband. Honestly, I don't think he cares that much. These breasts have saved him from nighttime feedings for the last three kids, and God-willing, he'll get to skip out this time around, too. Plus, they're huge, and I'm sure he only finds this so attractive because it's just a visual reminder of how amazing it is that his dear wife is capable of giving sustenance to his beloved children, and that her body has been wonderfully made to do a job that he would be useless in accomplishing without her, and that in itself is reason to overlook the sticky floors and dirty clothes strewn about, because, hey man, my wife feeds our baby every three to five hours with nourishment from her own body, and that's cool, that's really cool. Right? Plus, they're huge. Boobs. I'm so immature.