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Snack in a shack

snack time
snack time

We lived without running water, no heated water, no indoor bathroom and a fold up table in our shack.

No one suffered.

 

Basket Play Time

Basket Time
Basket Time

Look at the dolly inside the basket peeking out with her head full of red curls so much like the brown colored curls this little baby girl will get some day not so far in the future.  The hand woven basket is from our trip to Jamaica, the New Zealand lambskin was a soft place to lay my little babies bodies. Look closely and you can see the dreads forming on the left side of Juma’s head which will stay there till he is almost five. For these two, playtime was an invention of anything that was laying around. No special toys needed or for that matter were around.

I was a working mom back then. Tiny Jewels, my children store, was a full time job that I did while my day being a mother was also happening. I just fit it in all the cracks and crannies of my day (and night).

Raina’s personal protector-Juma

Juma keeping Raina from harm.
Juma keeping Raina from harm.

Hurricane Marilyn 1995. (LaLa Land, Coral Bay, St John, United States Virgin Islands)

 

That was our shed with a once upon-a-time car port after the winds blew most of it away and split the rest. The yard is full of power cords, blue tarps and lumber. The air is full of generators to run power tools for the repairs. We did not run them for long because the house’s power ran on solar. We even had a Energy Star fridge that our solar panels and batteries were able to keep cold.

Every day these little ones played in this yard. Did they ever step on things that hurt? Rarely. There was the time when Raina stepped on a screw and I learned that you can not pull out a screw, you have to unscrew it. Yuck, I know. A little soap and water, golden seal salve with a band-aide covered with a sock and she was fine.

I love Juma’s hair in this picture. He decided to play barber which explains the scalped hair on his forehead. I cut the rest short to try and match his creation.

Juma seems to have no problem emotionally holding his little sister back. There is no stress on his face because he is confident that he has her best interest in mind. She, on the other hand, looks extremely disturbed by this gesture from her older brother.

 

Summer Time.

The summer family
The summer family

A picture a day in

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My new addition to the blog will be a new picture each day from the past along with the story because we all know every picture tells a story and many of you have been asking for mine. I hope you enjoy.

This is my family at summers end. Raina looks to be a few months old and she was born in June of ’94.

Starbo’s boys would come every summer. The youngest, Denver, had not yet made his way to St John. Starbo thought he was too young so he waited a couple more years. Irvin was the oldest and close to eighteen. Jeremy is holding his baby sister. Yello has his arms wrapped around both my boys showing the love they all had for each other. Baba (Ivan) is on floor in front of Jeremy  and Juma is off to the side. I am not sure how I got all their attention one time; how I get them to stop moving long enough for this picture. We must of been getting ready to head into town  which was a sight to see. Raina in her car seat and everyone else pilled into the Toyota 4Runner filling every nook and cranny.

This was our living room in our  five room shack. Two tiny rooms for the four boys in the middle. They shared the same age and the same room. Jeremy and Yello were 12, Brian and Baba were 10. Irvin slept on the very futon that is in the picture. So the living room became his bedroom at night. Raina and Juma slept with their mama and papa. The only other room was the small kitchen. We had no running water, no kitchen table and no bathroom this year. I’ll explain that on another day.

The walls only went half way up and the rest was screen. There was a large roof overhang to stop most the rain from coming in. Books were very important and consumed an entire wall of this tiny home.

We lived in the bush so our living space was very large, acres and acres of land with no buildings surrounding us. Very little time was spent indoors.

Should I take Hypnobirthing Class

pregnant moon
pregnant moon

Someone dear ask me this question:

Hey Jeanie, I’ve decided to have my baby  in the water! I was wondering if you knew anything about Hypnobirthing?

My answer:

I am first certified from Rahima Baldwin’s program called Informed Birth/Parenting. Then years after I was a midwife I took the hybnobirthing-The Mongan Method course with Micky herself. She came to St John in the Virgin Islands.
I wasn’t terribly impressed with this method of teaching childbirth classes but I do believe Hypnotherapy can be beneficial to relieve fear, which allows for more relaxation, which creates space for a natural birth to occur. Tension causes fear which can cause minor complications.
Is there a class nearby that you are thinking of taking? Do you know a good hypnotherapist?
Orgasmic Birth DVD- this looks interesting but I haven’t seen it.

She then ask this question:

There’s a class at the birth center, the midwife really recommends me taking it. I have the book and the cd with affirmations and the relaxation that ive been listening to everyday. Do u think i should take it?

Here’s my answer:

Ignorance is bliss for some things… too much knowledge can sometimes induce fear if you seek that knowledge in the wrong places. (By the way, I dis-like the book “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”) I think any relaxation inducing class you choose to take is good.
Letting go is the key.
Just don’t let go of your right to a safe birth. In my mind, safe means no one is going to do an episiotomy or induce labor just because it is routine.

Understand there is no such thing as a natural birth with an epidural. Also understanding there are truly times when an epidural is the right thing to do and that we all love doctors for the special knowledge they know when a natural birth meets a complication. Putting it all in perspective that complications are very rare when the domino effect of unnecessary intervention is not allowed and you have had good prenatal care to rule out complications before birth.
Being smart means surrounded yourself with women you trust.
Which brings us back to letting go and trusting that everything you do is enough when you care, pay attention, breath and circle around to trust and letting go.
I have total trust you already know everything I just wrote.

Got Milk?

A true mother

                                                         Mother Love!

St John, Virgin Islands. This was an ongoing site there; A cow nursing a baby pig. It has been going on for as long as I can remember. Not sure which cow started it or why. It is not all the cows, usually you will just see one cow nursing a pig. These are Moses’ cows who lives in the valley, Cows run free so it is common to have to wait for them to cross the road.

St John Law: No Pig Left Behind

Mothering Instinct