30-40 Sharing the baby?

Hey now? Wait a minute. I am sharing her, but how long? Until she cries to eat or burp or get changed. If the rules are not set down early in the match, you will be the gofer and nothing more. Rules must gently be set in place and love must be the motivation for the care of baby being equal. This should have been instructed in the hospital. We didn't have a hospital birth, so it was my job to teach the swaddling and the burping and such.
I do wish that I had another alternative to nursing. That was out of the question for the stallwart naturalists that we had become. No plastic nipples in my childs mouth, unless absolutely necessary. This was a good thought but, at 30-40 in the first game of the set, I had a severe infection that was paining me and I was crying at every feeding. The doctor said the infection wasn't affecting the milk and wasn't dangerous for the baby. I took 2 tylenol 15 minutes before the feedings and that seemed to do the trick. This is supposed to be my serve. I mustn't lose this game. Hold serve and see what happens? That means, first serves in, maybe an ace. What is next?

30 All! Sharing the baby.

Others said to me, don't let him sing to the baby. She will get his voice. It would be wonderful for me to have my daughter have her father's voice. It is not the most melodic voice, but I have had the privilege of having my father's voice and I wanted my babies to share that with their father also. Well, now 23 years later...most of the children have their father's voice. I sang to them and with them, but the beauty and kinship of the father passing on his voice to the children is awesome to me. They sing like him and the think like him. That is something I do not regret, except at Christmas time when I am trying to get a choir together.

15-30 Sharing the baby!

Right after the birth

This man that you used to love above all is now holding the new baby. There is love for this little stranger that you could never imagine there could be. At least that is how it was for me. Why is he holding my baby? She is his too. Don't be harsh, don't be selfish. Share the baby with him. Share your husband with this little one. I am no longer the center of attention. He is now in love with another woman (a baby, but she does become a woman and you have to share him) and the rest of the world no longer asks how I am. I have become a milking machine and the child and her father are enraptured with eachother. I don't know if I bargained for this much self sacrifice when I signed up for motherhood. She's crying, it is always something I've done. She smiles and it is always something her father did to tickle her. When am I going to make a point. I don't want a service break. Go ahead take her around and sing to her like the proud papa. I will have my day too. Motherhood is a lonely and selfless job and here I am remembering the first game of the first set. 15-30

The sun shines again

I asked for London type weather and here we were forgetting what the sun looked like. It is refreshing the warmth of the NC weather here in the south for a change.

15-15 the first 2 points of the first set. (Down a break?)

The first serve was mine. I chose to have natural childbirth. No drugs, no pesticides and no pomp and circumstance. That was the first point and it was a winner. Nothing takes the pain away but there is a peaceful sense of accomplishment to the natural process. Even my dad, who has never been a mother or sympathetic to motherhood in the least had to say this is truly a human way to have a baby. I agree. Point 2 my serve was the feeding. Nursing of course but when. Right away? I did. I was sore for a month. Wait until the baby is cleaned up and you are refreshed from the process. It doesn't have to be that natural. My mother said get that baby off of you it has been an hour she is just nursing for comfort, she is not hungry. Okay mom! Too bad I was already too hurt to go back. 15 all.

My Saturday schedule is first to blog and then...

to get busy on that closet upstairs. I will sort and sift and get that useless stuff into some kind of order. That is the business of today. I dare any of my,"Trugledites" to bother me on my epic quest to journey to the center of the collections that we have. I am blogging right now, but we are blessed with, just as God said, more than we have room enough to receive. This is why Joseph was so ept at dealing with more than heart could wish for. How do we organize the blessings of God upon the earth? This is the question in our home it is the question in our community and the question in our country and beyond. My job is to do what is before me or behind me or around me. The closet is today along with the other Sat. jobs that I have for myself. Thank God for the manifold blessings from his hand. Good friends, who care for us and will fix a car for us and bless us with tires and such. New days full of rain and sunshine. This New rainy day where we can work on the journey to the center of the...closet!

In memory of Timothy Wright!

Halleluia, for the wonderful music of Timothy Wright.

God moves in a mysterious way...

His wonders to perform...
These clouds of blessing are sure to burst with blessings on our heads...
Wetness and rain outside, for the third day turns my mind to the hymns of the showers of blessings. Showers of blessings, showers of blessings we need. Mercy drops round us are falling. But for the showers we plead.
Continue riding upon the storm our God. Provide for us when we don't even have sense enough to appreciate it, we pray.

8 to 80, Blind Crippled or Crazy?

This cliche' means everybody should get this: In whatever condition you find yourself, you should be able to get this. Even if, as may be the case, you are crazy.
People often say that they have been delivered and kept from mental illness. But, God can and does allow and permit breaks and even mental dimentia and He is still present and GOOD. I think that He allows this to show us that there is only one condition on the earth, where He is not present at all. That is the condition of Hell. The condition of Hell is mental illness unmixed with the presence of a merciful God in hospital care: unmixed with human compassion, as a finger of God in your grief and pain. God is everywhere in time and space, but, if we are untouched by the changing grace of Jesus and choose to go into eternity in our pride and sin, we will know the consuming presence of the wrath of God unmixed with mercy.
God has preserved His wrath for the unrepentant, the devil and his delegation. Not at all a fun place. When someone sees the perceptions of his or her mind unable to be trusted, as in mental illness, that is a close perception of the mental agonies of Hell. Where is God, when I pray in that condition? I question. He is still present, in the sunshine that comes through the window. He is still merciful that there are people who care and keep you from jumping: to jump from the frying pan into the fire. To solidify the condition of your mind into the condition of your soul and body.
The devil came to Jesus and said, cast yourself down. Christian people distance themselves from the conditions of illnesses of mind and soul, adding insult to injury, more often than not. The God of compassion came across the sea to deliver the Gadarene, in spite of the concessions of the people to this demonic presence in their midst. They enjoyed the seclusion of being separated from the world by a demoniac, kept like an attack dog or expensive taxes to keep the riff, raff out. God is about deliverance and compassion to those who have been afflicted by such a state. He cares, when all of the rest of the world looks with antipathy.

Are we going to stay up to see the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?

The Pumpkin patches are popping. If it were not for the Halloween extravaganzas that we enjoy each year, there really would be very little need for pumpkins. We grow them based on the need of the moment. After October 31st, we market Turkeys. Timing is everything when it comes to retail and wholesale.
Staying up to see the great pumpkin in each person in my life's time, has become quite a juggle.
Talking about alligators and wolves with the boys and relationships and facebooking with the women on the other side of the spectrum and keeping track of the teen culture rising in my home is like juggling 6 balls. If I still have my sanity after this season of parenting, I will consider it a successful season.
Jump to the task of parenting and wifing.