7 Quick Takes Friday!

It appears that I’m running seriously late again. Sorry, guys. I blame the Ogre; he’s insisted on setting up a schedule in our house so that we have some order in our lives, and one direct result of the schedule is that he has taken over his study. Where the computer is. Can you imagine? The gall! So now I have to wait until his approved “cease and desist” time before I can blog.

The things I do for the man I love.

Without further ado, I give you this week’s quick takes!

I’m on Painkillers!
I don’t drink on painkillers, but this picture gives you an approximation of how I’m feeling
When I was on round 1 with these painkillers, in the aftermath of my broken toe, I checked and double-checked and triple-checked the safety of painkillers while breastfeeding. They’re very compatible with breastfeeding, per Dr. Hale.
If any of you breastfeeding mommies out there have not discovered the wonder of Dr. Hale, you must. He wrote Medications and Mother’s Milk and has spent his career understanding how drugs pass into maternal milk. It’s fascinating stuff, and his website (via the above link) can give you info on just about any drug available, including OTC’s. 
It occurred to me yesterday that while the painkillers may be safe for breastfeeding generally, there might be a risk involved since Liam is going under anesthesia in a week for his dreaded circumcision. So this morning I called the breastfeeding hotline on Dr. Hale’s site.
Would you believe that an actual doctor answered the phone? This place is amazing! No phone operators, not even nurses, but actual doctors! Who answered after half a ring! She also explained the minimal amount of painkillers that enter the milk and the short half-life, and how if I wait three hours after taking the medicine it will have completely left my system and the baby will get none of it. She assured me that there is little to no risk of an interaction with the anesthesia but told me to find out exactly which medication they are using for Liam and call back to make certain. 
I’m amazed. In this world of bureaucracy, this is nothing short of miraculous. And how cool that a doctor would decide to make this his life’s work and completely revolutionize the understanding of the mechanics of breastfeeding, as well as what is and isn’t compatible with it. Dr. Hale rocks.
Does Anyone Else
have trouble spelling the word bureaucracy? Up above, it took me six tries before I got it right, and the final effort was after googling it. Then just now I spelled it wrong again. And had to look up above to see the correct spelling. 
What’s with that word? I get that it comes from bureau, but why? Isn’t a bureau a chest of drawers? How does that relate to an organization of inept people following inept rules? 
Maybe if it was This Kind of Bureau
This is pretty cool, and I think it would fit right in with the rest of my “fun house” non-decor
I could understand why that word came into common use to describe government agencies. But somehow I don’t think that’s what those who first chose this word had in mind. 
Speaking of People Doing Crazy Things
the Ogre and I have started making rosaries and jewelry! I’m going to get some pictures up soon, and if you’re interested we’ll be selling some. And we’ll custom-make whatever you want. 
It’s surprising how much the Ogre loves it. He’s really good at it, too; he made my mom, my sister and my second mom necklaces for Christmas, he made me a really cool bracelet, and he made Sienna a ring. All from scratch. He makes his own clasps too. It’s pretty neat. 
I’m sticking to the rosaries; I’m good at those and not so good at the jewelry. I think this is a direct result of my decided preference for wearing hair ties around my wrist instead of bracelets. I mean, you can’t pull your hair out of a baby’s grasp with a bracelet, can you? Also, as it happens, I seem to be very good at making babies. So I’m sticking to my strengths. 
Once Upon a Time
Me, circa 2004, Rome
around the same time this picture was taken, I used to be pretty good at writing poetry too. But whatever brain cells allow for the creative process that evokes poesis to happen apparently melt when you spend your days wiping bottoms, giving time-outs, and cleaning peanut butter off the furniture. 
I’ve been thinking about returning to it lately, but at the end of the day the absolute last thing I want to do is write or read poetry. What I really want to do is collapse in front of a comedy and fall asleep while watching it. 
Has this happened to other mothers out there? Has something that you once considered a passion taken such a backseat to mothering that it’s exhausting to even think about returning to it? 
Over at Jen’s Place
I hope she doesn’t mind my using this picture
she asked the question, “If you could invite any eight people to dinner, who would it be?”
Here’s my not-even-remotely-thought-out answer (in no particular order):
1. Adam Baldwin
because he’s a Hollywood actor who’s a conservative. I’d love to know what it’s like to be the only sane person in a madhouse. Also, because he’s awesome in Chuck.
2. Emma Thompson
because she’s an incredible actress and I suspect she is a fascinating person. 
3. Fr. Thomas Euteneuer
because I would love to hear his thoughts on exorcism and spiritual warfare, and I would love to debate Harry Potter with him.
4. Joseph Conrad
because when he got wound up during dinner conversations, he would make tiny balls with his bread and flick them at people unwittingly. And that would be hilarious. 
5. Dr. Susan Hanssen
a brilliant professor from UD, whom I adore. She makes conversations incredibly awesome, and can hold her own with absolutely anyone from any field. 
6. G.K. Chesterton
for levity, wit and brilliance. And because I know he’d heartily appreciate my cooking. 
7. Richard Wilbur
because I love him. 
8. Shane McGowan
because I want to see his teeth in person.
Can you imagine the train wreck of a conversation that would follow, given this group of people? 
It would be so awesome. And then Shane McGowan could sing for us. 
That’s it, guys! Go see Jen for more quick takes!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814098744738613953 Kat

    I have a hard time reading poetry nowadays, let alone writing it. However, I am trying to resurrect my ability to play violin. I have pulled it out and played in in the bathroom while the kids are in the bath – the acoustics are awesome and the kids are contained! It feels really good to do it.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889780681891693861 Sarah

    I have only been a mom for three weeks, but this:"But whatever brain cells allow for the creative process that evokes poesis to happen apparently melt when you spend your days wiping bottoms, giving time-outs, and cleaning peanut butter off the furniture." makes me say, yes! Me too. So I spend all the time I'm not nursing maggie and cleaning spitup off my clothes watching say yes to the dress and desperate housewives. :(I love your dinner party list. Gary Sinese (Lt. Dan from forrest gump) is also a conservative hollywood actor. I think he's Catholic too. :0

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10135272827538989265 Andrea

    I used to be a singer.Not only has it taken a back seat, but once I became a wife and mother it took a severe beating followed by an agonizing death.I miss it a lot.But, this is not the season for that.I think my eldest daughter is going to end up being a lover of poetry as well…she's totally into it. What fun to watch!

  • Anonymous

    I wanted to go to grad school to get my ph.d. in Theology. Now I have trouble teaching my kids for sacramental prep. Motherhood: Changing Society One Diaper at a Time (braincells in full swing or not!)I tell my thinking friends that I have a brain like a seive/sieve (spelling, anyone?). I keep the big things, like feed the hungry, and clothe the naked, but have lost the sublime and fine things like meditating on the meaning of some theologically debated idea…Love to all,Lisa

  • Theresa S.

    I love the cast you've put together up there!Per Joseph Conrad: I did not know this about him and bread.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114 Melanie B

    After Sophie was born it took my milk a long time to come in (perhaps it had something to do with my hemorrhaging– there's a word I can't spell to save my life.) Anyway she got dehydrated and had to spend sometime hooked up to an iv in the intensive care nursery. While she was there I had to drag myself from my room on the first floor to the elevator to get to the special care nursery every couple of hours to nurse her. Mind you, I was recovering from major surgery at the time. Fortunately, I was on some pretty good pain killers. But the thing was there was this mother of a little tiny preemie baby who was refusing to give her baby breastmilk, despite the doctor's advice, because she was paranoid about some painkillers she'd taken or was taking. I felt like slapping her (except that she had a tiny little preemie baby) because really don't you think the doctors know what is safe? And to think formula is better for the baby than breast milk with very small amounts of pain meds? Anyway, I think that it's cool that you got a real doctor on the phone. Being a mom definitely causes the braincells to go bye-bye. I cannot write half as well as I used to. So often I want to write but things just won't come. I have dozens of unfinished blog posts because I can't figure out how to fix them or find the time to finish them. Oh and don't even get me started on my failed attempt to write a book.I adore your list of people and want to go to that dinner party so bad.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13362111482741505804 Jym

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05387323354607079249 Stitchwort

    The word "bureau" comes from the French, and carries a second meaning of "office" or "department". The original furniture bureau, according to my British dictionary, was apparently a combination of drawers and writing surface–in other words, an office desk, and later was narrowed to mean a set of drawers.Thus here in Canada, where French is a second official language, we used to have Post Office/Bureau de Poste. (Then they changed it to Canada Post/Poste Canada. Probably because the government bureaucrats had too much time on their hands and felt like changing it.)