The Other Side of the World

As we all know cabbage leaves are a proven soother of sore, engorged, swollen breasts. Possibly not aware? Clearly you are either in the camp of people whose chests have at one point (or several) exuded slow-boiled cabbage odour, or you are not.
In any case, we visited a baby the other day who was piggy-backing  mama’s hormones and had a resultant swollen, red ‘breast’ of miniature proportions (perhaps wrong to find cute, but there it was, quite). Could she apply a piece of cabbage leaf to it? We thought that was an excellent idea, until I had an even more excellent idea. A stupdendously marvellous idea whose occurence put to rest all sorts of childhood musings I had about the miniature existence of some vegetables -

clearly, this occasion called for a brussel sprout

(and in other news – wavy haired and sublime boy baby inserted his hand into his mouth and sailed peacefully over his brand-new mother’s perfectly intact perineum into the sweet spring day. I usually don’t have nice things to say about textbooks, but this birth deserved the title, and moreso the title just delightful)

gratuitous shot for the grandmothers

Why yes, as astute observer Andie pointed out, that is a collection tube lying on the kitchen floor in my previous post. How did such a thing transpire? Are we simply reckless in our sample-taking and prone to flinging the vials around whilst blood sprays in countless directions and clients swoon in a faint? Perhaps we occasionally indulge in a mockery of ten-pin bowling by skimming them across the shiny dark hardwood in a competitive frenzy?

no.

These, dear readers, are the sorry excuses for childhood treasures the resident baby-thing has to endure.

Luckily, she is very accomodating.

In a serious sort of way.

and never fear, sometimes we let her play with these as well.

and furthermore, also never fear our perverse use of perfectly good blood-sucking vaccuum tubes – these ones expired, as they do.

Midwifery mothers. . . . seriously!

Some clients gifted us from their fragrant garden – coriander, lime leaf, lemon grass and tumeric.

We added reams of garlic

A small fingered inquisition

Stones for grinding

And some earthy pounding love

perhaps we will arrive at our next birth steaming with curry