Support the Running Doulas

Hello readers.
Here’s something you can help with: the Running Doulas.

It sounds like some sort of comedy act (and in fact it may well turn out to be rather amusing to watch) but actually it’s two ladies doing something for a very good cause.

Firstly, you may not be conversant with the word “Doula”. Wikipedia can help here:

Doula is a word that has most closely become associated with a woman or man who provides non-medical support to other women and their families during labour and childbirth, and also the postpartum period.

In countries like South Africa, where the public health system is at best pretty awful, doulas are invaluable aides in the maternity wards. If you or someone you know has had a baby in a first world healthcare system or in the private healthcare system in SA you might want to compare your experience with this typical scenario:

The majority of  mothers are young, unmarried, have had no antenatal education and are desperately poor. They return home after a traumatic and lonely birth experience, on public transport, within about 6 hours of giving birth. All too often, they return within a year to give birth to another child.

It’s no exaggeration. Spend any time on Portswood Road near the Somerset Hospital and you will see many young women waiting for a minibus taxi, looking tired and scared, awkwardly clutching a bundle of blanket. It’s a heartbreaking sight.
And much as you might like to, obviously you can’t help every single one of these mothers. But what you can do is make a difference to some of them, via these Running Doulas I was telling you about.

Doula Kim and Trainee Doula Melinda are running the Knysna half-marathon this weekend to raise funds for Maternity Packs, each one of which:

…goes a long way towards changing the birth experience of the young mother who is touched by the gesture and better prepared for her first few weeks of motherhood.

Each pack costs R150 (£13.50, $21.50) and you can see exactly what’s in one here.

Aside from the important reasons that they are doing it, it should be noted that the Knysna half-marathon (or the “Knysna Half” as it’s known to those of use who are in the know about writing about other people running long distances) is no ordinary run. It’s widely regarded as one of the most difficult and dangerous races on the local running calendar.
This is primarily because of the knee-sapping, cartilage-busting, mainly downhill route and the wild animals which still roam the ancient forests of that area; we’re talking elephants, zebras, wildebeest, griffins, dragons and unicorns.
Well, we’re talking elephants, anyway.

But I digress. Often.
You can help Melinda and Kim by supporting their run and donating to their important and worthy cause via this bank account :

Name: MA Rollinson
Bank: Standard Bank – Thibault Square branch
Number: 274999277
Ref: MATPACK

If you want to get in touch with Melinda about the run or with any other doula-related query, you can email her here or via twitter here.
And to show our support for the cause, 6000.co.za is putting our money where our mouth is and donating 2 packs.

Please spread the wealth by clicking a button below and sharing this on Facebook or Twitter. 

We’ll let you know how they got on when we know how they got on. OK?

Heart v Head

I desperately want(ed) to get down to the coast this weekend. The weather this week has been atrocious (once we’d got past Tuesday with its ridiculous midwinter 30 degreedness) and the wind has whipped up some epic swells around the South African coast. The weather service were warning of 7m off Agulhas. Yummy.

I love that kind of weather. It’s dramatic, elemental, Wuthering Heights kind of stuff. I would much rather wander along a beach in a gale, with crashing surf and disturbed seabirds than sit there in the baking sun, baking.
There are other considerations though. Family, for one, two and three. Coming from South Africa, rather than the UK, they are not so keen on the epic waves and howling wind. They want sunshine and warmth. They like to be able to see the sand to sit on and to dig in, rather than have it littered in smashed weed and marooned jellyfish. Suffice to say, their preferred conditions are not going to be much in evidence this weekend. And there’s more to do with two small kids in Cape Town than in a tiny village miles from anything except a windy beach and a wild sea.

Add to that the frankly rather scary conditions forecast for the Cape on Sunday – if you thought last night’s ice storm was bad, just wait – which is when we’d be doing the 230km back and it’s sadly a no-brainer. Or rather an all-brainer and a no-hearter. Not that I struggle to drive safely in storm force winds and heavy rain, but unfortunately, it has come to my attention that a lot of other people in this country do.

So I’ll be around this weekend, I think. Which makes it all the more important for you to take the few seconds required to ‘like’ the new 6000.co.za facebook page, download the 6000 miles… feed Android app or even the one for your Nokia Ovi, thanks to Nokia SA and #mobiblog.
And – big news – the 6000 miles… iPhone app is under development and should be with you shortly. Possibly even more shortly now that I’m going to be around some internet for the next few days.

So many ways to stay in touch. No excuses anymore.

I’m just a boy who can’t say no.

My kids are unwell. Scoop has an ear infection and Alex has a throat infection. Nothing uncommon about that during this wintery weather, and their antibiotics should sort them out sharpish. And while Scoop has been a little bit snotty for a while, Alex’s throat – and the associated symptoms – came on quite suddenly yesterday evening, prompting this conversation:

“Dad, I have a headache.”

“Oh dear. Whereabouts is it hurting in your head?”

“All over. And it’s making it so I can’t say “no”.”

“Pardon? It’s what?”

“It’s making it so I can’t say “no”.”

“Oh. I see. And has this ever happened before?”

“No.”

The “patient history” question. It’s a miracle cure. I should market it.

Note: Together with his sudden onset of sore throat, fever and headache, I did (seriously) consider that by saying he “couldn’t say no”, Alex meant that he couldn’t shake his head because his neck was stiff and did all the relevant checks for meningitis.
Thanks for asking.

Bit shaky

It’s been distinctly wintery in Cape Town this weekend.

I’m a bit shaky, since a quick trip down to Agulhas proved no escape and upon our return, I somehow, somehow found myself at the Good Food and Wine Show at the CTICC.
This probably doesn’t sound too bad to most people, but we were really there just to see Katy Ashworth from CBeebies.
Well, the kids were, anyway.

Considering the lack of patience generally shown by young children, ours stood very patiently through an awful lot of queuing: to get in, to get into the kids section, to get in to the CBeebies show, to get back into the kids section etc etc etc.
All in all, it was horrendously oversubscribed and unbelievably overcrowded – and the kids loved it.
For these parents, while gaining much pleasure from our kids excitement, it was perhaps less enjoyable. The highlight for me was noting that Heston Blumenthal is a bit of a shortarse, the lowlight was some guy trying to sell us flour by claiming that he had been cured of Multiple Sclerosis by eating wholemeal bread for three years in Australia. Utterly disgraceful.

It was another lesson that having kids makes you view things in a whole different way. If it wasn’t for them, we probably would have ended up drinking wine, whiskey and several litres of Klipdrift Gold, which obviously would have been terrible.

Wait. What?

Oh, and: The Insurance Guy finished the Comrades in 9:48:59 – an unbelievable achievement.