The Wandering Nursing Pad

"Rhoda going home" This picture doesn't have anything to do with the following story, it's just a photo I took of the ice storm at our farm--Bad Beaver--in Ellsworth on Friday, 12/27/13.

“Rhoda going home” This picture doesn’t have anything to do with the following story, it’s just a photo I took of the ice storm at our farm–Bad Beaver–in Ellsworth on Friday, 12/27/13.

I have a young friend who had the first baby to be born at my birth center, Longmeadow Farm Birthing Home. It was a true honor to be able to attend her and it was a great birth. I remember a fabulous quote from her during her labor. When she was in transition, she was reclining in the tub with candles lit all around her and soft music playing in the background. A student midwife was gently pouring warm water over her belly.

She said, “I feel like an Egyptian Queen—a regal Egyptian Queen who is writhing around in excruciating pain.”

This young woman was a single mom. When her baby was about four months old she decided she wanted to get out of the house and party for New Year’s Eve. She got all glammed up. I saw her on her way to the music hall where she was going to let loose for a moment with a well-deserved break from solo motherhood.

She looked beautiful. She had on a strapless black dress that was flirty and a little bit naughty. Her long blond hair was newly washed and fluffed up. She had on eye makeup for the first time in months. Really, she was stunning.

I said, “Knock’ em dead, kid.”

She said she was really having a great time. She was reveling in the freedom of having her body back to herself. For a brief moment she could forget that she had a dependent human being who was attached to her breasts 24/7.

At the party, she was dancing her ass off. At one point late in the evening, she was dancing with a very cute guy, and they were really hitting it off. She was rocking the moment.

Rocking it until, to her sheer horror, she saw that one of her nursing pads had escaped its confine and was lying on the dance floor at their feet. There it was in all its “contoured shape for exceptional fit” glory. She was mortified. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away.

She stood stone still as the cute guy noticed the nursing pad and leaned over and picked it up.

He said, “Oh look, someone lost their yarmulke.”

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MAZEL TOV! and HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

 

 

Carol Leonard

About Carol Leonard

Carol Leonard is a midwife, a writer and a licensed beaver trapper. She was the first midwife licensed to practice legally in New Hampshire and has attended close to 1,200 babies born safely in their own homes. She was a co-founder of the Midwives Alliance of North America (MANA) representing all midwives in the US, Canada and Mexico. She was elected as the second president of MANA. Carol is the author of the best-selling memoir, Lady’s Hands, Lion’s Heart, A Midwife’s Saga, Bad Beaver Publishing, 2010. Carol is currently building a 400-acre farm in Ellsworth, Maine with her husband, Tom Lajoie. Her blog BAD BEAVER TALES: Love and Life in Downeast Maine, chronicles their informative and funny journey building their dream homestead on 400 acres of wilderness in Downeast Maine. Carol and Tom are also raising about a hundred beavers there that they argue about on a daily basis. These blog posts will be a collection of tales not just about Bad Beaver the place, but stories that meander around in her life, past and present—at the same time, Bad Beaver is where it all leads. As a writer friend says, “These stories from Bad Beaver are, at turns, brave, beautiful and just plain badass.”