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Archive of entries posted on June 2011

It’s a Baby!

photo by Ken Hammond for the USDA, thus public domain

Yes, Olivia aka Miss Monkey Candy aka Ms. Candy Money pushed out a baby girl at 05:28 local time on 11 June 2011.  The baby weighed in at 3676 grams (8.1 lbs), and was 51.4 cm long (20.23 in).

 Labor took 12 hours, which I’m told is short for a first vaginal birth.  That’s counting from the first “I think that was a labor pain maybe.”  For some reason she didn’t want to watch Knocked Up.  So we watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail and Confessions of a Shopaholic.  You can guess which one I chose.

Hard labor, the 10 cm mark, was much shorter.  Seemed like forever to me.  Now it’s about a week before I, Reverend Loveshade, have my first Father’s Day.  Unbelievable.

 I don’t know how I feel.  Happy, nervous, overjoyed, and scared as hell.  And newborn babies?  Talk about wet and messy.  How can something be so ugly and so beautiful at the same time?  Face red and scrunched up with a cone head.  That was me.  Seriously, I know that’s natural for a newborn, but damn, birth is messy.  But it’s a life, a human being that grew from almost nothing.  Amazing.

Olivia handled the pain well and used natural methods (and safe natural substances) to reduce it.  I couldn’t handle the pain and had to walk out three times.  One time Olivia walked with me and held my hand.  And Olivia’s sister Amelia who’s only 12 kept reassuring me everything’s fine.  Incredibly sweet for them, incredibly pathetic for me.  The midwife, thank Goddess for the midwife, we erisened with a Discordian name of Nurse Velvet Hands.  E was amazing.  I think the girl started studying midwifery with es aunt when age 15 or so and I suspect Velvet could have handled births when Amelia’s age.  A complete natural.  They said the birth was textbook perfect.

All right, the baby girl’s name.  We had asked for suggestions for a name and got several at 23ae.com and by email (namethebaby@loveshade.org will no longer work).  We narrowed it down, and thought we’d do like Pope Hilde and Fundament did; say our favorites and wait for the girl to touch Mommy’s breast to choose.  But the girl didn’t wait for us to start the names, so that didn’t work. 

So let’s open the envelop, please: the name goes to Lexena Rae.  Lexena was suggested by DrOwl and Minnie Rae by Miley Spears.  We actually wanted a unisex name, but Olivia liked the look of Lexena Rae better than Lexena Ray, and anyway “Lex” is unisex.  As Miley Ray Cyrus is a Discordian American Princess and Minnie Rae is a Discordian saint (and an ancestor on my Mum’s side), it seemed like a good choice.  It’s also a little nod to Corinne Bailey Rae and Jason Rae.  Anybody know what Lexena means?

Other names we strongly considered were Alice (my initial first choice), Drew, Dylan, Emma, Erisia, Hilary, Holly, Jamie, Shamin, and Puffle Toes Twinkelton.  Well, maybe we weren’t that serious about the last one.

 Lexena Rae wouldn’t wait another 9 minutes past 5:28 to be born at 5:37, which is the number of the Discordian Division of the Ek-sen-triks CluborGuild.  But we figured 2 +1 = 3 and 8 – 1 = 7, so it still works out.

And yes Amelia the computer whiz did the math.  Olivia’s the one who gave birth, but I’m the one who couldn’t think straight.  I still can’t.

Photo from http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Breastfeeding_infant.jpg

Jesus in the Garbage Compactor

Remember this part of Star Wars: A New Hope? Luke and Han and Leia and Chewie have fallen into the trash compactor. Here is a scene of modern spirituality.

I think we can all relate to our hapless heroes. They’re trapped deep in the bowels of the soul, being slowly crushed by the waste products of modern living.

Han draws his laser pistol and fires at the hatch. The
laserbolt ricochets wildly around the small metal room.
Everyone dives for cover in the garbage as the bolt explodes
almost on top of them. Leia climbs out of the garbage with a
rather grim look on her face.

LUKE
Will you forget it? I already tried
it. It’s magnetically sealed!

LEIA
Put that thing away! You’re going to
get us all killed.

HAN
Absolutely, Your Worship. Look, I
had everything under control until
you led us down here.

And here we are, screaming into the void, hoping that some golden godhead will deliver us from entropy. And the truth is, that guy is practically useless, all he’s doing is waving his arms around like a ninny. The guy we want to be talking to, R2-D2, doesn’t even speak English! Some savior deity, huh?

I’d love to post the scene in question here, but because I’ve been on a “modern reinterpretations of religious symbolism” kick, here’s a contemporary passion play instead. As you watch this, remember: this is actually  happening inside of your soul.