The crazy things you figure out

So I have always wondered why Cy's tongue looked strange to me. She can pull it to the side in this strange way that I've never seen before, and it almost looks forked in the middle. I honestly just thought it was weird, and left it at that. Until...my friend had a baby in February. After a month of painful, bleeding breasts, and being told there was nothing they could do. That nothing was wrong. She started looking at tongue tie websites. She figured out that he was in fact tongue tied. Then she sent me the link. Holy Shit! There was a picture of a tongue just like Cyan's. It's never bothered her or her nursing, so I really don't have any plans to have it clipped. Her tongue it not even that pulled in.

Here is the kicker part. I was telling my husband about it. He then stuck out his tongue. He is more tongue tied than she is! No wonder his mom complains about the hell breastfeeding was for her! He has often complained that when he sticks out his tongue it hurts. I honestly never put it together. He even laughed that he has said many times that he would love to just cut that skin under his tongue. Which is really what would help. I don't foresee him doing that at 30 years of age, but it's just crazy to figure something like that out after all these years. Oh the things you learn.

Oh the bliss of time!

Well at least a little more time and less stress anyway. I'm working on a book report tonight for my certification. At least the first portion of it. Then I'll head downstairs to help hubby break apart dandelions for wine. I'm waiting on my business cards and then I'll be hitting the streets! Lots of meetings, and play groups. Actually, it should be a lot of fun.

Progress!

I did it! I quite my job! Granted I only had it for six months, but it was still hard to do. I loved all the people I worked with. Such a happy group! I have just one more week to go, since I gave notice last week. It is a relief not to have to schedule it into our lives. I will miss the extra cash, but really it wasn't that much anyway.

I have also taken leaps in my doula training. I have a name! I sort of just hit me. I have been getting signs from the Goddess to get my butt moving for months. During the full moon at Ostra I walked outside and got this screaming message that I needed to move! To do what I was meant to do. I was blessed with the second child I wanted so badly (I really should tell that story sometime). I have the knowledge. Hell! I was even given a job, so I could pay for my certification. I have applied for other jobs over the years, and after so many years of not working. I'm still not sure why they pulled my application from the pile. I even applied late for holiday help. I can't help but think the divine had a hand in that. It was a struggle to work there, but you don't just get handed gifts. So with all this it hit me. I named my business, Blessed by Her Births. Because I am in so many ways. After that a few of the important but simple things began to roll. Karl immediately bought the domain, and set up my email. I put up a site this week. It's simple and there isn't much on it just yet, but it's a start. I ordered my business cards, which will be here soon I hope. I've spend some time working on assignments when I can. Really as much work as the assignments are. I still have to spend a great deal of energy getting clients. Without my five clients I cannot certify after all.