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Oy, the paperwork! Who would have thought it would be so hard to get a proof of pregnancy? I should have taken a photo of me pregnant holding up a newspaper like in a hostage photo ;o) I’ll be tooning about the whole debacle soon. Any (licensed) medicals wanna vouch for the goddess of moo? hee hee.
Also, am slowing down for the summer, we have the girls’ dance recital in two weeks, and are slowly saying good-bye for the summer to all of our clubs. Bliss! slow summer.
Me and the girls are reading Fairest! Oh man, it’s good! (check out the library thing on the right…)
Off to parkday!
xox,
Heather
Good luck with the birth certificate! The Washington, DC bureau of Vital Statistics decided sometime in December that giving birth at home violated the Patriot Act (giggles…are they for real???? I hope not.) We still haven’t managed to get a birth certificate for our little one or file out taxes. Ha. Hopefully we’ll get it figured out before October 15. I hope your jurisdiction is more sensible!
Oy the bureaucracy. I had my son in a hospital and it was still a year and a half before they’d issue him a social security number. I eventually had to get a note from our family doctor, which she wrote on a prescription pad, saying that he is “who he is.”
That one’s coming out again when he has his teen “who am I really” crisis. Well son, according to your doctor, you are who you are.
Yikes – the patriot act! Sigh.
I do love the having to get proof of pregnacy. Maybe you could do like in Ina May’s book. Point to your leaking breasts?
(Yeah – I know you can lactate w/o pregnacy but anyone who knows that would prob. be sympathetic.
talk to the midwives on Facebook, mama. I’m sure one of them can help you out. I remember going in for assistance when I entered my 3rd trimester. There I was, waddling around 5′ 0″, all belly & they asked me for “proof of pregnancy”. I looked down at my belly & said “are you serious?” She explained that, while she could see I was clearly pregnant, they needed proof on paper, so I had to come BACK with a slip from my midwife. I still have it.
that’s like when we were trying to get Jaya’s disability for her heart defect, they wanted proof she was out of the hospital, i pulled her out of the sling and held her to the window. apparently that wasn’t what they wanted.
I have to get my son’s birth certificate soon b/c my hubby and I might have to fly to CO for a job interview. I read about having to prove I was in California when I gave birth, and I thought about taking a picture of me giving birth in from of a city line sign.
I wish you all the luck with the birth certificate, I have a pregnant friend right now going through the same thing. In her state she had two choices, get cut open or birth on her own, guess which one she chose??
Also, thanks for the book recommendation, I am listening to Fairest on CD, and it is fantastic, they actually sing the songs which is fab!
We had a nightmare trying to get our son (turning 3 this weekend!)a birth certificate!
I had nothing….no doctor note, no midwife note, no pregnancy test.
I spent 6 months of the phone getting yelled at by random government employees.
I fianlly sent in a notarized note from a nurse I knew who said she saw me when I was pregnant, a photo from each month of my pregnancy, and a very graphic birth photo that showed his cord still inside of me and attached to him!!!! So unless I shoved another woman’s placenta up inside of me there was no doubt it was my baby! I also threatened to call the local news station where I had a reporter friend who said she would do a piece on how ridiculous it was that we were being refused a birth cert.
I got his cert. in the mail the next week. lol
Good luck!
I suspect there is something more to the “Dilemma Solved” comic, no? Everyone knows you just *can’t* be pregnant much less GIVE BIRTH unless there are liscenced P.O.P. (proof-of-pregnancy)advocates waiting to watch your every move during pregnancy and birth.
We were in Hawaii when Sachi gave birth to Fonda at home. When we presented ourselves to the registrar’s office in Honolulu, the registrar’s assistant who had obviously never knew of her Grandmother’s births on the sugar plantation by herself, denied us a birth Cert. For a moment I was relieved, as far as the bureaucracy was concerned she didn’t exist.
Then I thought what about social security, an oxymoron in my opinion. So we took her to a Japanese pediatrician who chuckled and wrote on a prescription form. “I have today examined a female child called Fonda who appears to be here!” What I didn’t realise was that in Japanese society I needed to take a “gift” to soften the impact of a breach of the rules. The Japanese run Honolulu much to the rage of the Hawaiians.
Rayner