Animals & Ice Cream

July 22nd 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

There’s nothing more cute than a puppy or kitten doing something innocent but fun. As a child I remember my little Yorkshire Terrier enjoying the bottom part of my ice cream cone which I would snap off for her as she waited patiently whilst watching me eat most of the ice cream. Maybe it was the cold temperature, but she would never just grab the little ice cream cone all in one go; she would just take a lick then taste it over and over before then gingerly but eagerly taking another. It was so cute! What’s more she loved it too.

Those were the days before video cameras and the Internet so I wondered if with today’s technology I could find other people’s pets with a similar love for ice cream. Sure enough, on YouTube I came across some wonderful clips and compiled my own dedicated page of animals eating ice cream. There you can download clips of dogs, cats, birds, even rabbits, horses and a lizard all eating ice cream!

Unusual animals can be really interesting, especially when they’re young. Here’s a website I found with some great photos of baby animals – from goats, to bears, turtles and lemurs to gorillas and lots more. A great collection of photos for animal lovers to enjoy.

Original post by noreply@blogger.com (ice-cream-recipes.com) and software by Elliott Back

FHE: What’s In a Name?

July 21st 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

Two Mondays in a row, wooo hoo. While we are still focusing on preparing Pablo for baptism here is one of my favorite lessons for teaching the concept of taking upon us the name of Christ.

Materials needed: “Hello my name is” stickers, pens

As family members walk into the room have them take a sticker and write their first name on it. You can write it for those who are too young to do it themselves. (take extra stickers and pens in with you for further use)

Opening Song: When Jesus Christ Was Baptized (Click on link for music player)


Lesson: Welcome everyone to Family Home Evening (be dramatic about reading every one’s names off their stickers. It will make the kids laugh if you pretend not to know their names, this allows them to point out their name on the sticker). Talk a little bit about the importance of their name, who they were named after, why we have names, and how we use our names. Explain how our actions are attached to our names. If you are always honest people begin to say, “That Pablo, there, he is an honest boy. You can be sure that if he says it, it’s the truth,” or, “Cookie is always a good example to her friends.” Point out some bad examples too, like, “Have you ever met Sam? Well, if Sam is in the room you can be sure that trouble is soon to follow.” Ask the kids what kind of things they want people to associate with their names.

Now, give the children another name sticker (a kid can never have enough stickers) and a pen while saying, “You also have another name. You have a last name. Can you write your last name and stick it to your shirt?” Point out that you all have the same last name (or not, if they are different). Ask them where this second name comes from (daddy, mommy, or their parents, and you could also talk about names changing when you get married or are adopted). Explain that, just like their first name, their actions will have an effect on what people think about that name, but this time it won’t just effect their name, it will effect everyone who shares that name with them. So, if you make a bad choice it can reflect badly on the whole family (give some examples). What do you want people to think about the “Smiths?” (insert your own last name here)

Give children another name sticker. “When you get baptized you receive another name. This name is a very, very special name. Do you know what it is?”

Read: 2 Nephi 31:13 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, I know that if ye shall follow the Son, with full purpose of heart, acting no hypocrisy and no deception before God, but with real intent, repenting of your sins, witnessing unto the Father that ye are willing to take upon you the name of Christ, by baptism-yea, by following your Lord and your Savior down into the water, according to his word, behold, then shall ye receive the Holy Ghost; yea, then cometh the baptism of fire and of the Holy Ghost; and then can ye speak with the tongues of angels, and shout praises unto the Holy One of Israel.

Or, Acts 2:38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Hold up a name sticker with the name Jesus Christ written on it. Have children write the same name on their third sticker, letting them look at your so they can see how to spell it. After they put this third sticker on discuss with them the importance of having this name. When we take upon us the name of Christ it means we are willing to be responsible for what people think of Him. This means that everything we say and everything we do should be what Christ would say or do. Do you think this would change the way we act? Do you think this will be easy to do? Sometimes it can be hard to remember, even for adults. Sometimes you might make a mistake, or a bad choice, and do something that Jesus wouldn’t do. What do you think we should do then? Should we just give up and take his name off of us (act as if you are about to take the Christ sticker off your shirt)? We don’t have to if we remember what we learned about last week. Does anyone remember what we learned about last week? (Repentance)

So, remember, you need to take care of the names you’ve been given.

Closing Song: I’m Trying to be Like Jesus

Original post by My Ice Cream Diary and software by Elliott Back

National Ice Cream Day 2008

July 20th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments
It’s here … National Ice Cream Day for 2008! The third Sunday in July: this year it’s 20 July.

It’s a rather unusual ‘Special Day’ but one that more and more people are getting to know about and learning to celebrate. For some it will be a special trip to one of their favorite ice cream parlors whilst for others it will be to just stay home and make a batch of delicious homemade ice cream.

If you’ve never made your own ice cream before, now’s the time to try. It’s great fun and both children and adults alike can get involved and if you have an electric ice cream maker it doesn’t take very long either. You can make a gelato (soft scoop) ice cream or choose from a whole range of sorbets; alternatively you can opt to make one of the more traditional custard/cream base ice creams such as vanilla ice cream or strawberry ice cream.

When you’ve made your ice cream it doesn’t end there …. you can serve it in an ice cream cone or as an ice cream sundae or even go for the big one and try a Knickerbocker Glory (as in the photo).

Once you’ve made and eaten your ice cream you can then sit down and relax - and know that on this special day you have really played your part. So go to it and enjoy!

Original post by noreply@blogger.com (ice-cream-recipes.com) and software by Elliott Back

Wonder Women

July 16th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

Zoom! Pow! Crash! Zing!

Faster than a speeding bullet, using her sonic-boom voice, zapping everyone with her laser beam eyes, Wonder Woman is on the scene. She grabs one villain by the straps of his overalls, lifting him into the air with one hand, while at the same time extending her stiletto heeled boot to prevent another from running past her. Then she goes in for the kill, lassoing the leader with her rope of truth and asks, “What the heck is going on down here? I asked you guys to watch Dora just one more time with your sister so I could take a shower. Is that too much to ask? How am I supposed to fight crime and save the world today if I can’t even take a little shower? Now, put the Dora DVD back in the machine and stop all this fighting!”

Super heroes are made every day by radioactive slime, the bite of a bug, random mutation, ancient/alien lineage, the possession of a powerful artifact, or by the very natural melding of genetic materials in a body which creates new life. Some scientists theorize that the combining, splitting, and specializing of atoms that happens in a woman’s womb during gestation must ’cause the abnormalities or, as some like to call them, “gifts” that often manifest in the human female species after giving birth. Specialized hearing, “voice of death,” rearward visual capabilities, lie detection sensory, and an uncanny ability to stop tears of others are just a handful of known post-natal abilities that we have on record.

At first governments were concerned that such unique abilities might pose a threat to regular civilians. Talks were being held to argue the need for contraceptives and sterilization methods to prevent the rampant spread of these phenomena. These measures were deemed unnecessary upon further study of the situation. It soon became obvious that these super humans came with their own set backs, a natural Kryptonite, if you will. It was found that, along with the super powers, these women also developed super inhibitors such as morbid paranoia: a fear of fatal catastrophes harming their loved ones at all times, hyperbolated guilt: an unfounded belief that self satisfaction can only be had at the cost of vital comfort to their loved ones, and bad body image: a feeling that they could never go out in public wearing the skin tight spandex that all super hero costumes are made of causing them to wear sweat pants which aren’t conducive to flying or telepathic travel.

Despite these hold backs, Wonder Women everywhere continue to amaze and astound their children and husbands on a daily basis with their amazing feats of knowing it all and being able to fix almost anything.

Wonder Women, where ever you are, what ever you are doing, we salute you!

This is my last minute, bounce baby on my knee, as I type one handed entry into Scribbit’s WriteAway contest. The theme is Wonder Woman. =)

Original post by My Ice Cream Diary and software by Elliott Back

Hello Kitty Ice Cream turns into an online game

July 15th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

I have already talked about Hello Kitty Ice Cream, actually it is a Japanese strawberry mochi ice cream. It is the cute, and yummy, and pink - of course it’s pink, it has to be - well this isn’t really about Japanese ice cream. There is of course Hello Kitty toys all around the place but soon there is going to be the Hello Kitty online game. A little online community where you chat about Hello Kitty all you like , even about Hello Kitty Ice Cream!

Keep checking back here for more Japanese Ice Cream.

Please go to Japanese Ice Cream (http://japaneseicecream.blogspot.com) blog for more great ice cream flavours

Original post by Coaster and software by Elliott Back

Good Intentions

July 15th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments
Good intentions, aren’t those what the road to you-know-where is paved with? I believe it. Cheeks fussed all morning, pigged out, and then fell into a deep sleep. I knew this sleep equated to a golden opportunity and I wanted to make the most of it. My choices were:

A) Take a MUCH needed shower.
B) Eat some ice cream and read.
C) Fold laundry and do a load of dishes.
D) Play with my kids.
E) Do something sweet for my husband

This was a toughie until I remembered that poor Mr. Hotness has been very neglected by me these past few weeks, so I decided on (E). Aren’t I sweet? I decided to iron the shirt and pants that have been hanging on his magic ironing hook for the past 6 weeks (apparently even magic hooks take maternity leave). That went quickly enough and I felt so benevolent that I decided to finally sew the missing button onto the shirt that has been waiting for, oh, about 12 months (I have yet to give Mr. Hotness a magic sewing hook). I have the shirt, the button, the needle, all I need is some tan colored thread. No problem, I have loads of thread. I have orange, neon orange, rust, and salmon. I have moss green, pine green, and old lady spearmint green; silver, fuchsia, puce, and even clear. I have black, white, red, and blue. Can you guess which color I don’t have? While searching in multiple thread stashing areas I realize that my sewing desk is a complete and utter disaster. Some people have junk drawers, I have junk desks (and closets, and boxes, and corners, etc). I figure if I clean it out I just might find me some tan or at least off-white thread. Instead I find 4 year old valentines that were never sent, a half finished apron that I had started 6 years ago, 5 different telephone cords, the watch I had bought myself last year and had yet to take out of the package, half filled notebooks, a broken purse that I’ve been saving (for 3 years) so I can salvage the beads that are on it, and the list goes on.

Let’s see now, I was going to sew a button on my husband’s shirt at 11:16am. According to my new watch it is now 2:30pm. I have no tan thread but I have very clean desk drawers, 1 crying baby, 4 neglected children (thank you Cookie for making them some lunch), stinky arm pits, and… and… THIS:

Cheeks says, “Oh, mom, what were you thinking?!?”

But I had very good intentions!!!

Original post by My Ice Cream Diary and software by Elliott Back

Win Free Ice Cream through July 28th

July 14th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

In celebration of National Ice Cream Month in the United States (every July); PhillySwirl is sponsoring an A Daily Scoop Ice Cream Contest.

The grand-prize winner will get a box of PhillySwirl ice cream cupcakes shipped right to his/her door. And 10 runner ups will get a coupon for a free-box of cupcakes.

How do you win?

  1. Leave a comment below with your favorite ice cream flavor
  2. Make sure you include your email address in the comment form (will not be shown) so that I can contact the winners
  3. On July 29th I’ll use a random number generator to choose 1 grand-prize winners and 10 runner-ups

Here are the 2 simple rules:

  1. One entry per person
  2. Must live in the US (due to shipping restrictions)

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Original post by A Daily Scoop and software by Elliott Back

Family Night: Repentance

July 14th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

It has been a long time since I’ve posted a Family Home Evening lesson. We have been having them, I promise, but it has been more family time than lesson with the pregnancy and baby. I did, however, manage to put this together last week and it went over very well with the kids so I wanted to share.

For those who don’t know, in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints people aren’t baptized until they are 8 years old or older. This is because we believe that men are punished for their own sins and not for Adam’s transgression. Therefore, we do not believe that innocent children have any sins to be washed away. 8 is considered the minimum age of accountability, when a child is old enough to be held accountable for their actions/sins.

Pablo is getting baptised next month so we are beginning to focus most of our lessons and discussions on the topic of baptism and all that it entails in order to prepare him for the amazing responsibility that such an event brings with it. To that end I put together this lesson on repentance.

Items to gather beforehand:
Rubbing alcohol
Antibiotic ointment
Bandage
Word strips


Opening Song (click on link for words and music): When I Am Baptized

Lesson: Pablo is going to be baptized soon. Do you know what that means? (Sins will be washed away. Everything forgiven. As if he has never done anything wrong or made any mistakes.)

But after that what if he makes a mistake? What can he do to stay clean? (Repent)

How do we repent? Say if you hit your sister, what do you need to do? (Say we are sorry) Yes, we do say we are sorry, but there is actually more that we have to do. Did you know that making wrong choices hurts our spirit? It does. So let’s talk about how we fix hurts. Let’s say that Monster Man climbs the tree and he breaks the rule about jumping in the tree and he falls of and cuts his leg. Do you think simply saying, “sorry,” will fix it? Nooooo. What do we need to do to fix his owie? Well, first he has to realize that he has an owie. How will he know he has an owie? (It will hurt) Yes, and the pain from his hurt is just like the sorrow (hold up sorrow word strip) we feel when we do something wrong. When we feel sad, or have that yucky feeling inside, or when our heart hurts, that is how you know you need to repent.

Ok, so now that he feels the hurt, feels the sorrow, what should he do? (Go tell mom) Yes, now he needs to come tell me that he hurts and how it happened. This is called confessing (confession word strip), it means you tell someone about your sorrow and what you did to make you sad. So if you hit your sister and you feel bad about it you come and tell me, or daddy, or you pray and tell Heavenly Father what you did that was wrong. When you get older there might even be times when you have to tell the Bishop what you did. This can be scary because you don’t want to get in trouble, but just like Monster Man’s owie he needs to tell me so I can help him, we need to tell someone so we can be helped.

After Monster Man tells me about his owie what do you think I’m going to do? (Pull out first-aid items. Talk about first-aid routine. Talk about how the rubbing alcohol stings and hurts but why we need to use it anyway) This is fixing the owie, but for repentance it is called restitution (Show word strip. Point at the wrench to help them remember that restitution means to “fix”). Now, just like rubbing alcohol is the worst part in getting an owie fixed, restitution is often the hardest part of repentance. Say that you steal your sister’s watch, and you loose it. How do you think you could make restitution, or fix the problem? You should probably use your own money to buy her a new watch. Do you think that would be easy to give up your money to do that?

(Discuss other situations and talk about possible ways to make restitution, and talk about how hard those might be to do. Talk about how awful it is to use the rubbing alcohol on an owie, but that if we don’t the owie can just get worse and get infected. Just like an owie, the pain in our heart can get worse if we don’t fix our mistake. It will be scary and very hard to do, but once it is done we being to heal and we feel better.)

So, Monster Man jumped in the tree and fell, felt the hurt (sorrow), told his mommy (confession), fixed the wound (restitution), but there is one more thing he needs to do. What should Monster Man do to make sure this doesn’t happen again? (Not jump in tree. Hold up Forsake Wrong strip) So, after you go through all the steps in repentance you need to make sure you don’t do the same thing again. If you do make the same mistake again, what do you think you will have to do? (Go through the whole thing all over again). You can keep repenting, and because of the atonement you will always be forgiven, but how many times do you want to fall out of the tree? And how many times do you want to have to use the rubbing alcohol?

Closing song: Choose the Right

It was so fun watching the kids reactions to the rubbing alcohol parallels because they absolutely HATE rubbing alcohol. =)

Original post by My Ice Cream Diary and software by Elliott Back

PhillySwirl Ice Cream Cupcakes Review

July 13th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

The kind folks at PhillySwirl sent me a box of Ice Cream Cupcakes to review.

Bite into a PhillySwirl Ice Cream Cupcake and it’s like a birthday cake and scoop of ice cream in each and every bite. At least that’s the way the PhillySwirl Ice Cream Cupcakes taste to me. They are simple- either chocolate or white cake topped with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream with sprinkles. And they are a tasty little treat.

I tried both the chocolate and white cake cupcakes. The chocolate is a rich almost devil’s food type cake; but it’s a little dense. The white cake is a much fluffier texture.

The ice cream in the cupcakes is pretty average and tastes like New York Vanilla. The whipped cream tastes like coolwhip.

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But, the most ingenious part about these Ice Cream Cupcakes is the layer of chocolate fudge that separates the bottom layer of cake from the upper layer of ice cream. Not only does it taste delicious it also prevents the ice cream from getting into the cake layer and making it mushy!

I’ve only had an ice cream cupcake one other time in my life, and that was at Maggie Moo’s where the cupcakes were a little too sweet. PhillySwirl’s were better. If you’re specifically looking for an Ice Cream Cupcake for a birthday party, etc I would recommend these.

Tomorrow, watch for a contest where you can win a box of PhillySwirls shipped right to your door!

  • Flavor: 4
  • Flavor Intensity: 3
  • Texture; 4
  • Originality: 5
  • Overall: 4

Original post by A Daily Scoop and software by Elliott Back

Despair In the Delivery Room

July 12th 2008 by in Uncategorized 0 comments

My first mistake was drinking old caster oil. I drank it on a Tuesday and was sure I would have a baby in my arms by Wednesday; but when Thursday came without a baby I was miserable. The bottle was almost 3 1/2 years old (last used to bring Sweet Terror into the world) but the expiration date said good ’till April of 2009. My first clue should have been the taste. Caster oil is supposed to be tasteless as well as odorless. This had a taste. It tasted like liquid Barbie Doll plastic. Luckily Cookie pointed out the tasteless part of the label so I sent Mr. Hot to get me a fresh bottle. This time it was tasteless. I drank it Friday morning and had Cheeks Friday night. ALWAYS use fresh oil!

My second mistake was over confidence. It is a mistake I make all too often in life. Like when playing Rummikub. If I brag about how I win EVERY time (and really, I do) before a game I inevitably loose and am forced to eat crow. But, if I quietly sit and play I beat the ever lovin’ pants off everybody who dares challenge me and I laugh in my glory. Well I’ve been bragging for the past month about how I was going to drink some caster oil and slip this baby right out in a matter of minutes. Oh yeah, ’cause I’m a total baby making machine (as one woman so sweetly called me. Take note people, pregnant women do NOT like being called baby making machines!). I should know by now not to brag.

Third mistake was having high expectations. Sweet Terror slid out just 1 1/2 hours after arriving at the hospital (that was after caster oil and my water broke) and Pablo came rushing out with just one push a couple hours after they broke my water for me. So there I was, belly full of caster oil, after a day full of walking (yard saling and then a picnic at the beach), and then the doctor broke my water… I figured at that point the baby should just be wrapped and hand delivered to me upon request. Well, he wasn’t.

I’ll get to my fourth mistake in a minute. Really the only thing I did right was to ask my mom to take the kids to the neighbor’s house so she could be in the delivery room with me. I shudder to think what would have happened if she hadn’t been there to shut me up. It went like this (if you want to just skip to the part where I go crazy start at 7-8 pm):

10am: I’m feeling contractions quite regularly, but they aren’t too painful. I don’t say anything to mom because I don’t want to jinx anything. By noon I let her in on it and tell her that these feel like downward pushing contractions, and that is good. We carry on with our day, and the contractions keep coming.

3pm: I call Mr. Hotness and tell him to be on standby because I may need him to come home early. I take a shower as the contractions increase in intensity. Realizing that traffic is unpredictable I call Mr. Hot again to tell him he better just come now, but I needn’t have bothered because he was already half way home. The plan was for mom to stay with the kids while I delivered but I suddenly felt a deep need to have her there, so we called my neighbor and she was sweet enough to watch my zoo for the rest of the day. THANK YOU DeDe!

4:50pm: Enter hospital and fill out paper work while contracting. I was really wishing my water would break right there at the front desk as payback for such a ridiculous procedure. I would have loved to say, “Would you catch my baby for me while I sign this last one? Thanks ever so much.” But no dice. Then we get in the elevator where a nice doctor tries to make small talk with me while I contract. Sorry, doctor, but NOT. RIGHT. NOW!!!!

5pm: The usual pain of having blood drawn, getting hooked to an I.V., filling out more paper work, having them take all sorts of vitals, wishing I was just giving birth in a rice patty so I could forgo all this stuff and have my baby in peace. At this point I am still being “such a trooper.” I am breathing right, I am focused, I am mentally and physically welcoming the surges of pain, accepting them and allowing them to course through my body, knowing they are going to help me bring this child into the world. My mom keeps telling me I’m doing such a good job, and I agree. I am so amazing.

6-8pm: Mistake #4. I start pushing. I should know better than to push, pushing only gets me into trouble. I know there is literature out there somewhere about not pushing in labor, that the body will push by itself when it is ready, but I can’t seem to find it online (and I am desperate to get this posted). And I’m not preaching this to anyone, I just know it as a fact with my body. Pushing just makes things worse. But I was busy thinking about Cookie’s delivery and how I had started pushing without knowing it and how fast she came after that, so I decided to start pushing. After a long time pushing and still no baby I figured it was the water sack holding me back so I had them break it for me. Ok, I drank the oil, I started pushing, my water was broken, HERE COMES BABY… right? Where is the baby? WHERE IS THE BABY?!?!?!? I’ve never been a patient person, ever. Suddenly I start to feel despair. This isn’t new, I’ve felt this before in the delivery room, that feeling of “I can’t do this anymore.” But I’ve never felt it quite like this. I lost it people. I royally lost it. I was possessed and started demanding, pleading, begging, and threatening. I wanted an epidural, but was told that they take 40 minutes from start to finish to take effect, that I would have to be sitting up while contracting during the installation, that I would probably have the baby by the time it took effect anyway, and then my mom reminded me about my intense fear of needles (thanks a lot mom). But I just knew this baby was never ever ever going to come out. It was taking forever. THEN GET ME A C-SECTION. STOP LAUGHING, I’M SERIOUS!!! CUT ME OPEN AND TAKE THIS BABY OUT OF ME. My mom tried to tell me that you couldn’t just choose to have a c-section, but I could see in the nurses eyes that that wasn’t true and I had read news articles about c-sections now being optional. GIVE ME A C-SECTION, STOP THIS PAIN, I’VE BEEN THROUGH THIS TOO MANY TIMES. I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE. IT ISN’T FAIR. I grab Mr. Hotness by the collar of his shirt and beg. I beg without any pride. I tell him that there is no way I will be able to love the baby if I have to endure anymore pain. I was seriously worried that the memory of the pain would make me hate the baby. Mr. Hotness started to cry, it hurt him to see me in so much pain. WHERE IS MY C-SECTION???? Many awful things came pouring out of my mouth at this time (though I’m proud to say I didn’t swear). Then my mom tells me that to do a c-section they still have to do a spinal block which still involves time and needles. What??? I thought there were emergency c-sections and they were done in a matter of minutes. I am enraged. It is disgusting to me that in this day and age there isn’t a quicker, easier way to bring children into the world. Who does God think he is? My eyes shoot out anger at my so-called mother and so-called husband. How dare they fail me in my time of need. Then my wonderful mother did what she was there to do. She bent close to my head and kindly told me, “Now, Liz, there is no other way to do this, so I want you to just shut up now. Don’t talk anymore.”

(Oh yeah, and somewhere in all of this the nurse tells me I have to stop pushing because my cervix is still shut and the pushing is making it swell, making it get in the way, making things take longer. But pushing was the only way I was surviving those contractions.)

A little after 8pm: I was raised to always obey mother no matter what. So, I shut up. And I did so in absolute anger. Fine, I thought, you won’t help me, you won’t let me push, there is obviously no easier way out of this, and you want me to shut up. Then I won’t talk to you two people ever again! And I completely shut up. And I stopped pushing. It was so hard but I did it. I wasn’t going to talk, I wasn’t going to push, I wasn’t going to do anything but ignore everyone and everything. So, I found my happy meditation spot. When a contraction would come, instead of pushing, I would push against my mom’s and Mr’s Hot’s hands (no pushing below my waist) and I moved my bent knees back and forth like the wings of a butterfly. And that is what they were, the newly expanding wings of a just-hatched butterfly, and the pain was the liquid coursing through the wings to help them expand. It was a beautiful, though painful, place to be. I also changed my thoughts. Instead of thinking about the time, the clock, the pain and such, I started praying and talking to the baby (in my mind) in between each contraction.

9pm: My body pushed. I didn’t push, my body did. I didn’t say anything though, I was in a different place now. Another push, and this time I can feel it. I feel hope. Do you know what hope feels like in delivery? It feels like ripping. The baby was ripping through the veil of life and that veil is my body. I could feel my body ripping in half, but I knew this intense pain and knew how fantastic it was. I smile as I feel my body take over the process for me. I can hear the nurse telling me to stop and yelling for the doctor. I just lay back while my body screamed for me, pushed for me, acknowledged the pain for me, and I just smiled knowing it was finally over. The head burst forth on that second push. The body came on the forth, and like light pouring out of my body he came all the way through. The intense pleasure of that moment is one that can not be described, only experienced. I can only imagine death itself as being its equal. And there he is, my little guy, bloody, purple, with eyes swollen shut. He made it, and so did I. And, no, I can’t remember the pain. I can only remember the things I said and the things I thought, but I can’t actually recall the feeling of that pain. But I do remember the feeling of that final moment of beauty. This is why I am crazy enough (and thankfully I’m lucky enough) to choose natural childbirth.

Original post by My Ice Cream Diary and software by Elliott Back