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Ronnie Falcao, LM MS,
a homebirth midwife in Mountain View, CA
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I just had my mind expanded this morning by Laureen Hudson's hour long online session on how to use the internet to get a message out. Laureen's session “Creating an Online Presence," gave me a wealth of information in a short time and impressed me with how many people are out there who completely rely on the internet for their information. I needed that, and maybe you do, too. - Ina May Gaskin I just hung up the phone from doing the hour long session with
Laureen Hudson on “Creating an Online Presence”. Laureen’s know-how
and expertise were enough to wake up even the birth oldtimers like me and
Ina May to the many unused opportunities of the internet. Laureen’s
engaging and easygoing teaching style made even those scary (to me) terms
like “hypertext, streaming, wordpress, technorati, feedreader and trackback”
start to make sense. Her passion is to reach the generation of young
women who have not yet given birth BEFORE they fall into the black hole
of aggressive obstetrics. I came away from the class today with lots
of ways to improve my website and make it more modern, usable and interesting
for readers. This class will run again this coming Friday (August
22) and I heartily recommend it.
Cost: $35 per session Each session will be 60 minutes in length Creating An Online Presence
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Where are my legs?
Why can't I feel them?
Why am I so cold?
Why do I feel so sick?
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Where's my husband?
Why can't I see him?
Why am I so alone?
Why do I feel so scared?
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Where's my baby?
Why can't I see her?
Why can't I hold her?
Why do I feel so left out?
This was supposed to be a HAPPY occasion.
Where did everyone go?
Why can't I go too?
Why am I so alone?
Why do I have to hurt so much?
This was SUPPOSED to be a happy occasion.
Where did the time go?
Where is my baby?
Why can't I see her?
Why won't they let me hold her?
THIS was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Where did everyone come from?
Where is MY baby?
Why won't they let ME hold her?
Why does it hurt so much?
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
When will they leave me alone?
What is the matter with me?
Why am I so sad?
Why does it hurt SO MUCH?
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Why are THEY so happy?
Why am I so sad?
When can I go home?
When will it stop hurting?
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
HOME
I'm finally here.
My husband is here.
My baby is here.
My pain is here.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Everyone left, FINALLY.
We're here, our little family.
Mom, Dad, Baby.
PAIN.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
We get to feed her.
We get to rock her.
We get to change her diapers-all of them.
I can't go anywhere without my pain.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
I'm healing!
She's growing, crawling, walking.
Dad's working.
The pain is back.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
That pain has changed.
The cut is healed.
The stitches are gone.
The pain of lost dreams remains.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion.
LAURA PAXTON
3/31/97,
in memory of the birth by
Cesarean of my beautiful daughter Frances,
who is now 3 years old
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