We need a spokesperson

I generally fear Angelina Jolie, but I deeply admire her for speaking out last week about her double mastectomy. Many, many women will feel less alone in making that choice because of her. I have to say that, in some ways, I feel a little jealous of those women.

Stillbirth doesn’t have a spokesperson. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, of course. I have moments though of wondering why this never seems to happen to celebrities. We only pay attention to medical problems in this country when someone famous — and preferably attractive and likable — experiences that particular problem. John and Jackie Kennedy’s first daughter, Arabella, was stillborn, but that happened at a time when people weren’t even allowed to use the word “pregnant” on television. Women didn’t speak publicly about that sort of thing.

And now we’ve reached a point where most people think that stillbirth no longer exists. I was interviewing a doctor recently who does research related to stillbirth, and she told me how grateful she was for my work. She said that the lack of news coverage makes it difficult to get funding for stillbirth research.

I felt proud for a moment and then thought: Am I it? I’m the one responsible for getting the funding? I have read several wonderful books and articles on stillbirth, so I know that I’m not alone. But the activists are few.

I understand the reasons. I know that most parents go on to have another baby as quickly as they can, and they want to devote their energy to that new baby. I would have done the same if I could have.

It’s also a wearying topic to continue discussing. When my grief was at its most raw and I constantly wanted — needed, really — to talk about my experience, I was also at my most incoherent. I was too emotional to be educating people. As I’ve healed, I’ve become better able to articulate my experience, but I’m also less passionate about things than I was.

Yet, I don’t know that I want to pass this work to someone else. I worry that no one will pick it up and really run with it. I don’t want Eleanor to have a 1 in 160 chance of going through this. That number is far too high. How have we decided that’s acceptable?

We need a big team — people all over the country — pushing for research funding. Right now, I don’t think we even have enough people to get out on the field. Certainly we don’t have anyone famous. For now, I’m on the team and hoping that the scrappy underdogs can get something done.

Choosing a school

Port Aransas

We took Eleanor to the Texas Coast last week. This was her first trip to the beach (aside from that one trip four years ago that I’m still trying to erase from my memory). Her preschool teacher had just done a unit on the ocean, so this was also a fun way to build on what she had learned.

It made me think back to a family that Greg and I met many years ago when we were on vacation in Costa Rica. The parents and their two children had been traveling for a month or two. The kids were home-schooled, and the parents built some of their lessons around the trips that they took. Greg and I were young and idealistic, and it was clear to us that this family was the family to emulate. We would home-school. We would travel the world. We would eschew the educational system that only taught kids to color in the lines and take multiple choice tests.

Now that we have a child and do not have the money to quit our jobs and travel the world, we have to decide how we will actually educate her. I do not have the patience to home-school, and I think it’s good for Eleanor to learn to be around other children. We live in a good school district and are across the street from the school Eleanor would attend.

Of course, our good school district is in Texas, which isn’t a state known for outstanding academics. Texas also requires students to take more standardized tests than any other state. Public high school students must pass 15 tests to graduate. I don’t have a problem with students needing to pass a test to finish school, but I do question the need for so many, especially when they are written by someone working for a testing company rather than the teacher of the students.

I dislike the way public schools have slashed art, music, foreign language, and history so that students have more time to be drilled on math and reading. Because a love of music might inspire a child to learn math. And history might spark an interest in reading. And as much as I know that we need more engineers, some children are meant to be artists and dancers and museum curators.

For every argument I have against sending Eleanor to our local school, I have a counter-argument. I grew up in a mediocre school district, though I was lucky to attend some of the best schools in that district. I know that parents and individual teachers have far more influence on education than the school as a whole. I like that I would already know many of the other parents and kids at the school when Eleanor begins. And she could walk there! And we wouldn’t have to pay anything more than our property taxes!

When I consider the successful people I know — and I’m defining success as having a career that you like and excel at — their success is generally not a result of the schools they attended. Or at least, it doesn’t appear to be. Their success comes from a passion for their jobs and a constant desire to learn and grow. Were they taught those qualities? At home or at school?

I’m aware that this isn’t a true problem — choosing between a good public school and a private school. I know that many parents have no choice but to send their children to struggling schools. I want Eleanor to have a great education, but school is only part of an education. Will attending an Ivy League school someday make her a happier person? Or a more generous person? I doubt it. That doesn’t mean I’m going to quit trying to save for Harvard though, you know, just in case.

 

Spinach and quinoa casserole

Greg and I are on vacation this week. We’re still at home, but Greg has the whole week off before he starts a new job. We’ve gone out to lunch and shopped for furniture, and on top of that, the weather has been idyllic. Is this what retirement feels like? I think we would become both bored and very poor if we lived this way long-term, but I am really enjoying having a few easy days.

Eleanor is still off to school, though she is happy to see her friends. That means I’m still having to come up with lunches for her. Packing school lunches is a challenge. She’s not allowed to bring nuts to her school because of allergy concerns, so PB&J is out. She turns up her nose at nearly all meat (except bacon!), so she eats a lot of mac and cheese and a lot of hummus with pita bread.

I’ll admit that I try to pack healthy lunches not because I’m worried about Eleanor’s health but because Eleanor’s teacher has a degree in nutrition. That is a lot of pressure, people. Is she judging me for the Goldfish crackers?

Eleanor only goes to school two days a week now, but next fall she will go every day. I am going to need some new tricks. I’ve made this spinach quinoa casserole several times, and every time I pack it as a lunch, someone asks for the recipe. I’m not normally a casserole person, largely because it’s difficult to find healthy casserole recipes. Sometimes life calls for a heaping pan of food though, either to take to a family in celebration or sadness, or to feed your own family for several days when life is too hectic or tiring for daily cooking.

I like this recipe because it’s relatively healthy and children will eat it. It can adapt to whatever veggies and cheese you have on hand. Plus, Eleanor’s teacher asked for the recipe. Is it pathetic that I’m 33 years old and still desperate to impress the teacher?

Spinach and quinoa casserole via Eat, Live, Run

1 1/2 cups dry quinoa
3 cups chicken broth
1 red bell pepper, chopped
3 green onions, chopped
1 t. minced garlic
5 oz chopped frozen spinach, defrosted and liquid squeezed out
1 T canola oil
1 cup milk
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
1 cup Panko breadcrumbs
1/2 cup grated mozzerella cheese
1/2 t. salt
1/2 t. dry mustard
1/2 t. black pepper

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Heat oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the pepper, green onions, and spinach and saute until the pepper starts to soften, about four minutes. Add the garlic and cook about 30 seconds.

Add quinoa, broth, salt, dry mustard, and pepper to the pot. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until liquid is absorbed, 15 to 20 minutes. Stir in the cheddar cheese and milk. Pour the mixture into a greased 9″x 13″ pan.

Stir together the breadcrumbs and mozzarella, and sprinkle over the casserole. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until top is golden.

Spinach and quinoa casserole