I’m reblogging this as it’s something I have been meaning to write about myself. This says what I want to say. I did used to pray for people if I said so, but now I am much more active in that regard and make real effort to pray for others. They may be short and sweet, but God hears all prayers.
Think about it…… How many times have you said to someone when something horrible happens to them that you will pray for them? How many times have you commented on a status for someone that you are praying for them? I know I have hundreds of times. How many of us actually take the time out to say a 30 second prayer for them? Just a simple, “Lord, please help Mary Sue in her troubles and be with her in her time of need.” How many of us actually do that?
I know I am guilty of not praying for someone when I have said it in the past. It has just become a standard answer for people to give when faced with having to say something. I have realized the power of simple prayers lately. They do not have to be these long drawn out prayers that last 30…
Picking up from my post on CPR (CPR – do you know how?), where I described the distress of Abi’s collapse, I thought I’d try to describe the panic I experienced during Abi’s transition to A&E, and how that changed to a numb acceptance that helped me deal with the hours of waiting that followed. While this is incredibly hard to recount, it is also interesting for me to examine how I felt at various stages.
I’ve realised I’ve started buying grapes again, and not just buying them… eating them too!
Abi loved grapes. She’d come in from school and devour a bunch easily while watching TV.
Ever since she died, I’ve not been able to even look at grapes. I bought some once about a year ago, just to see if I could have them again. But I felt like gagging when I tried to eat one. The image of her happily munching away on them was all too recent. So I’ve avoided buying grapes… until the last few weeks.
It wasn’t a conscious decision, which is interesting. I just seem to be okay with it now.
When Abi died, we were overwhelmed by the support we received from the community, from friends and strangers alike. The attention quite naturally faded away in time, but we still have moments where people go out of their way to help us in some way.
These days, it seems the world is a more cynical place; nothing is for free, right? But I’ve seen a different side to life and people. There are so many kind souls out there who think of us and our loss as they go about their own lives. Friends will drop in little treats and gifts (often dragonfly related) which really lift us. Yet the kindness of strangers is something I will always cherish, and not all of them know of our bereavement.
It’s World Breastfeeding Week so I thought it a perfect opportunity to share this post about how osteopathy helped me to continue to breastfeed my son.
Fourth time around, breastfeeding would be a cinch, right?
When I found out I was pregnant with Monkey 4, one of the first things I couldn’t wait for was breastfeeding. I just wanted this baby delivered safely in my arms nuzzling into my breast, while I looked down at him in wonder. This isn’t me being totally idealistic, I know breastfeeding isn’t easy. The reason I was so excited was because I’d really enjoyed breastfeeding Monkey 3, six years earlier.
So, you get through the first trimester of morning sickness and generally feeling rotten, to then head into the second when heartburn and an insatiable appetite kicks in, before reaching the third trimester when swelling and moving make you feel like you’ve been invaded by the body snatchers. Then the big day arrives. You’ve successfully grown a wonderful new human and now is the moment you get to meet him or her.
So push (or pull), however it happens, baby is safely born. Mum flops her head back in sheer relief, the hard part is over and she can now start enjoying her new baby. (Huge generalisation of course, but you get the drift.)
Ah but she thinks the childbirth was the hard part…. until breastfeeding begins.
Screens – tablets, phones, computers, TVs, kindles – how much do you love yours?
I’m in the ‘love them a lot but hate them a little bit too’ group.
The use of smartphones and tablets in particular is such a contentious issue it seems, but we all still have them, and have come to rely on them and the technology they give us at our fingertips, even if we actually dislike it!
All babies are sick, right? They bring back up a dribble of milk occasionally after a feed, sometimes a bit more. But when your baby is sick a lot, it can make for a difficult life for a while.
Of my four children, both my sons had reflux. I had my daughters first so, to be honest, I can’t remember how sicky they were. But I do recall it getting worse with each child. I had severe reflux myself when I was born, and I’m told it was custard that kept me alive as I couldn’t keep anything thinner down! That was the mid-70s, thankfully I’ve not been given the same advice as my mum was then, even though it seemed to do the trick!