A Mother's Love

Breastfeeding gives me many philosophical ideas apparently. Here's another one...

Mother Church holds us to her bosom for nourishment and comfort. Mother Church knows the ways of the world & that everything around us will distract us and potentially harm us. She knows that ultimately if we want to live and live well we will return to Her. However, She also acknowledges that the decision is ours to make, not Hers. Although She continues to love us even when we turn away, She cannot force us to love Her back. There are times when we strike out against the Church for reasons of our own. When we do, we hurt the Church (by lack of members and devoted witnesses), but She always remains steadfast and patiently awaits our apology and return. Through Her patient love and corrections, She guides us back to right paths - sometimes through reprimands that seem harsh, but they're always loving.

As a mother, I hold Simon to my bosom for nourishment and comfort as well. There are times when Simon is much more interested in what's going on with the world at large than with my nourishment and/or comfort. During those times I have to tell myself that he'll come back to me when he's ready. I just have to wait patiently. There are times when he rebels against my breast and even strikes out, either with fist or teeth, against it. I have to reprimand him for these times, but continually show him that I love him and will always be there for him.

When I struggle w/ Simon during our afternoon feedings (or middle of the night feedings), I must remind myself that I've been that rebellious little one to the Church as well. I constantly remind myself to remain steadfast and patient.

A mother's love is all-encompassing and everlasting. I learned that from my own mother & from my glorious Mother Church. I hope to remain as faithful as these two mothers, so I can reap the rewards later. Thank you, Mom, for teaching me these things. Thank you, Church, for guiding me through right paths & patiently waiting for me to return to them.

Simon was entered in the 2008 Tiny Tot competition at the McLean Co Fair. He was pumped up & ready to go... All smiles & giggles in the prep room... It was mass confusion as all the children milled around in their cutest clothes. Thankfully, Simon didn't have any hair to worry about - he's still a little cue ball! Brenda, my mother-in-law, bought him a cute little outfit w/ sea creatures on it. The little hat is what completed the outfit for me!

Competition was stiff... & included our friends Krystal and Lucas. Lucas is almost 9 months old. Krystal is my best friend who is married to Andrew's best friend. She & her husband introduced me & Andrew to one another that fateful November day. She & her husband got married in May of 2006 w/ me as her maid-of-honor & Andrew as a groomsman (although he didn't make it to the ceremony since he was in the hospital). Andrew & I got married in December of 2006 w/ her as a bridesmaid & him as a groomsman. I got pregnant (the first time) in December. She got pregnant in January (around the same time I had my first miscarriage). When my pregnancy finally stuck, she was already 3 months along.

Simon took a break and sat on the floor to await the results. He's now sitting unassisted for several minutes at a time. Most of the time when he falls over its because he's trying to eat his toes! He tried to eat his toes while we were parading in front of the judges. I don't think they saw or else they'd have noticed how cute he was! :-) He didn't win (although he should have), but it was an experience! In the end, the excitement just wore him out! This will probably be his 1st and only contest like this. I don't think its a good idea - nor do I want the hassle. It was fun once though!

Let's Play!

I didn't know you had a cow!

I was talking w/ my 4 year old boy cousin this weekend while I was picking blackberries w/ Simon in his sling. Here's our conversation...

Jeffrey (cousin): Can Simon have a blackberry?

Me: No, he only drinks milk.

Jeffrey: Can I go get him some milk?

Me: No - he drinks special milk that I have.

Jeffrey: Where do you get it?

Me: (Thinking, uh oh, how do I explain breastfeeding to a formula fed 4 year old?) I make it.

Jeffrey: I didn't know you had a cow! Where is your cow?

Me: (Uh oh.) I don't have a cow. (Moo!)

Jeffrey: Where do you get the milk then?

Me: (Let's change the subject...) Did you see the pretty flowers around here? Aren't they pretty!

PETA Crosses the Line

I'm not a big fan of PETA to begin with, but when I saw this ad it solidified my stance in my mind. Click on the link below and look at the video on the upper right side. They are airing this commercial in various locales.

http://www.peta.org/

I didn't see an actual place to enter complaints. However, I did find this 'submit an idea' link.

http://www.peta.org/actioncenter/submit-idea.asp

This is what I wrote...
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Your spay/neuter ad featuring the 'Sex talk' is morally offensive and reprehensible. I cannot believe you can equate teenage pregnancy and abandoned babies with proliferating animals. Equating the two is like the old saying of comparing apples to oranges.

Having the parents say things like "nail it" and "my little girl is going to get some" is ridiculous. Even if the ad is primarily for shock-value, it goes too far. Human babies are not the same as animals - that's why you have 'no official stance on abortion'. It is sad to see animals in shelters and abandoned. However, it is significantly worse to think of all the unwanted and unloved children in the world.

For what it's worth, I have my 3 dogs, 2 cats, and even my horse neutered. As a matter of fact, 2 of my dogs are rescues from a local shelter. My 2 cats are also rescued from a life of abandonment.
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If you find this ad as offensive as I do, please forward this to your like-minded friends and family so we can inundate PETA w/ complaints like they do our Military (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,385545,00.html). They complain about eating meat, animal farms, equestrian/animal sports, and countless other ordinary things citing cruelty.

I love my animals (or else I wouldn't have them), but my child and other humans take precedent over my animals. That's not saying I'm cruel to my animals, just that I am practical. I am much more concerned about human life (in all its stages) than about animal life. God put animals on earth for us to care for and use as needed. If He hadn't wanted us to be omnivores, He wouldn't have given us teeth for tearing meat, stomaches for digesting meat, and wits to catch prey and/or raise farm animals in addition to our need for plant-life.

Happy 5 months Simon!

My little boy is 5 months old today! I can't believe its already been that long! He's gone from 7 lbs 14 oz to over 20 lbs. He's gone from 20.5 inches to 27 inches tall/long. Last night he was saying "Mamama" while he was fussing for bed... First word = Mama?! He has 4 teeth - 2 uppers and 2 lowers. He's gotten all 4 of them within the month! I just can't believe he's growing-up so fast!!

Yum Yum Get Ya Some!

Here you can see my little (20 lb) boy as he enjoyed his 1st solid food meal. On the menu was rice cereal mixed with breastmilk. He let us know he was ready for solids (why do they call runny cereal solid?) by watching us eat all while making chewing motions. He still gets more of it on his face than in his belly, but apparently enough makes it to give him that well-satisfied look! I can't believe how quickly he's growing! He'll be 5 months old Monday July 14th!

I Am (Was) So Lucky!

I've been reading some of the other blogs about child-birth and breastfeeding! I've got to say that I was so very lucky in my experience. I thank God for the way He designed my body!

I have to respectfully disagree with some of the "natural" birth proponents though. I started dilating and effacing before 32 weeks. I was put on modified bed rest (modified b/c I could not/would not stay in bed) so I did not go into labor early. In the end I had an 'augmented' labor. I was far enough along with my dilation and effacement that they weren't inducing me, they were just supplementing what my body was already doing (I'd been having contractions for 6 weeks on and off).

1. Contrary to the natural birth proponents views, the Pitocin given to me did not cause hard, fast, painful contractions.


2. My water was broken (note to self, get epidural before having water broken next time) and while it wasn't a pleasant experience, it wasn't detrimental to my experience either. I also had an epidural. Again, contrary to the natural birth proponents, my labor was not long and protracted, my newborn son was not sleepy or slow to respond, my pushing was self-directed, not forced by my doctor or nurse. I had a slight tear, but nothing severe or anything that caused me undue pain (even in the weeks post-birth). My epidural also did not hinder breastfeeding my son almost instantly.


3. The birth took place in an L&D room at the local hospital. Again, contrary to the natural birth proponents, I did not have to push up-hill or while laying flat on my back.


4. I was given the option of rooming in with my son. However, I wasn't about to let the one time I'd have someone else to change diapers, quiet cries, swaddle the squirming infant, and bring him to me when he's hungry go to waste.


5. My husband stayed in L&D the entire time. He also roomed in with me the 2 nights I was in the hospital. There was no separation. No isolation. Nothing but encouragement and competent care.

I guess basically what I'm upset about is that these 'natural' birth proponents use scare tactics to gain followers. Terrible things happen in 'natural' births as well. Tearing, uterine prolapse, non-progression of labor, mal-presentation, sleepy babies, ill babies, injured mothers, etc. The best way to give birth is the way you're comfortable with in your own way.

I have I fairly high tolerance for pain, but I had no illusions that I wanted an unmedicated birth. I had read the articles pushing for natural birth and medication side-effects. At the time I was a little embarrassed to say that even with those known side-effects for me & my baby, I didn't want the pain - give me the drugs! However, now I know that I could have done it without the epidural because its not an entirely new experience for me. I still plan on having an epidural for my next child (hopefully in 2-3 years).

My experience is by no means unusual. However, people would much rather focus and retell the horror stories. I think mothers should unite and post their good experiences with birth as well as the bad. New motherhood is scary enough... There's no reason to make it worse!

Giving (and taking) with Gusto!

If you've ever watched a baby nurse or even take a bottle, you've seen what I'm talking about. For all intents and purposes, the world ceases to exist for that little one. The only thing that matters to them is their nourishment. I'm probably biased, but I think a breastfeeding child shows it best. My son's 27" length and 20 lbs heft wraps around my body and molds to my every curve (and trust me I've got plenty). If he is hungry and not just snacking, he gazes lovingly at my breast while he pats it with his hand. He scooches up as close as possible and gets everything he can from each suckle. To me, that's taking with gusto!

As he takes from me, what God so wonderfully designed my body to produce, I am giving with that same gusto. Some women have more nursing gusto than others (you know who you are w/ your dripping off side, and fountain-like spraying)! However, all nursing mothers give with gusto. Its not an easy thing to continuously be at your child's beck and call. Some children seem to want to nurse 24 hours a day, every day. While a mother loves spending time with her child, those first few days (weeks or maybe even months) can be exhausting, strenuous, draining (literally), and frustrating. However, most nursing mothers will tell you that it is all worth it in the end - even if the end is simply the end of one feed!

My nursing relationship w/ Simon can be compared God's relationship with me. Its completely natural for me to give Simon his nourishment through nursing. I was designed that way, as was he. I cannot control my giving, nor can he control his taking. What he needs, I produce. When he takes with gusto, I produce more with gusto.

The same with God. He gives with gusto. Everything we have, everything we are, everything we can be results from God's love and giving with gusto. He enjoys giving so much that He sent his only Son to pay for our sins, that we may live in Him and with Him. Its up to us to take with gusto so He can give us more. If we focus on taking with absolute gusto what God gives, we will continue to reap the rewards for the remainder of our lives (and into the afterlife). However, we don't always take with the gusto required. We take, but do not lovingly pay God the homage he deserves. We can still be nourished by his gifts, but we are lacking in fulfillment. However, if as we take, we gaze at God with love in our eyes and hearts, we can feel Him giving us more in return.

So let us all try to take from God with the same gusto he gives to us!

The Beagle Who Came to Christmas and Left in July...

I did not ask for a new Beagle. I didn't think I could handle a new dog w/ a new baby on the way and my Beagle that wasn't sure she liked children. However, Christmas day, late at night, I got a new Beagle.

My husband & I had just returned home from my parents' house (a mere 800 meters up into the woods). Andrew, my husband, heard scratching outside. My Beagle, Copper, was antsy and grumbling softly at the door. Andrew opened the door, turned on the porch light and saw what looked like a miniature Blue-Tick Hound. She was actually a Beagle and the sweetest, most lovable dog you could find. He brought her in the house, much to Copper's dismay.

She was thin and a little scraggly appearing. She wasn't even wearing a collar. Since Beagles are known roamers we were pretty sure she was just lost. However, that didn't stop us from bringing her in and giving her a bath and a bed for the night. My Andrew is a sucker for an adoring dog.

Andrew & I discussed what we were going to do with her. We decided we couldn't keep her since she wasn't Copper's favorite and we didn't need to headache of policing 2 dogs and a new baby (I was 7 months pregnant at the time). We also weren't sure if she'd get re-claimed by her original owners. We advertised in the Found section of the local paper. We had an idea... Andrew's dad. He's a bachelor who works 2nd shift and since he had taken a shine to Copper, we decided he was ripe for a dog!

He loved her! He lavished attention on her. He bought her her very own biscuits and gravy every morning for breakfast. She broke his heart when she wouldn't eat it! She preferred dog food. They developed a routine. He'd leave in the early afternoon while she stayed outside tied to a stake in his yard. Andrew would come by and check on her before he came home in the late afternoons. When Richard, Andrew's dad, would come home at 1030 pm, he'd go out, pet her, talk to her and bring her in the house with him. She'd run around his house, jump in his lap, and promptly start snoring. Sometimes she'd whine and run rabbits in her sleep. He'd gently wake her, and she'd look adoringly at him again. He taught her to play games with him.

He took wonderful care of her and tried to keep her safe. We all knew that if she got loose she was probably going to be in trouble since Beagles turn their ears and eyes off when their nose is on a trail. We were afraid she'd get run over. That's not what happened though.

Richard came home early this morning after working a double shift and getting geared up for another today. He found her wrapped up in her stake-out line. She had wound the line around the stake until she had no room left around her neck to breathe. The stake was supposed to be designed to avoid this very thing with its swivel. However, it had a big design flaw - the upper portion (shaped like a triangle) was open at the bottom. The opening was big enough to catch her cable. Once her cable was caught, nothing she did could get it undone. Its possible that during the thunderstorms we had last night she got frightened and ran in circles. We'll never know for sure.

We know now not to use that type of stake again (they make ones that don't have a triangle or anything to catch the cable at the top). It was a shame to have to tie her that way. I know many dog people frown upon tying dogs out. The theory is to have a fenced-in yard or no dog. However, that's not always possible or even feasible. In this instance, we know for a fact that she tested fences and usually found a way out. Richard was trying to protect her from herself, but she got herself anyway.

Janie now lays in rest with Rascal, Andrew's boyhood Lab.

Here I Am, This is Me

I'm new to this, so you'll have to cut me some slack... I'm not always consistent, a good speller, or even a good writer. However, I think everyone has something to say and that someone somewhere wants to hear it. I just hope you want to hear what I have to say!

Inspiration comes from many different areas. Sometimes you're sitting in your chair zoned out, sometimes you're washing dishes or laundry, sometimes you're sleeping, etc... You get the point. Anyway, at first I was just going through my emails kind of mindlessly. I saw one from my mom that contained a link. However, my computer wouldn't load the link. That just frustrated me endlessly. Since I'm quite persistent and fairly adept at working with the internet, I finally found the article she was trying to show me... a blog from Momopoly. That was when my first inspiration hit me... Blogging can good for the soul!

Then the self-doubt hit me... I can't blog. I have sentences that are 3-4 lines long (typed). I'm wordy and preachy. Then I thought some more. I can do it. I've got an analytical brain. I am much better at expressing myself w/ written/typed words than in person. I like educating people - even when the topic is off the wall. Then the doubts came back. Basically, it was a like I had 2 mini-me's on my shoulder - one was the encourager, the other was my pessimist. I decided I'd let the Holy Spirit referee their dual while I continued w/ my work.

As I drove home from work that day, the mini-me's continued their dual, but the Holy Spirit wasn't done w/ me yet. I was searching for entertainment on my commute and dug through my CDs until I came upon "Spirit - Stallion of the Cimmaron" the soundtrack. I know - I'm 27 years old and still listen to cartoon movie soundtracks (actually I own the movie too) - grow up. As I listened to the songs (Bryan Adams rocks!) I actually heard them as though the Spirit were moving me to not only listen to the words, but apply it to my daily struggles of faith.

Funny coinicidence? I think not. I think the Holy Spirit was nudging me. Granted I've heard commentary on the movie saying that it was all about how bad the white men were and how good the animals and Indians (Native Americans) were. However, if you look at the message through the words of the songs and the feelings it creates, you get a far different picture. "Here I am, this is me..." Those are the 1st words to the 1st song. The 1st 3 words are found in the Bible in that exact order (and in countless hymns). Much of the Bible deals with accepting people (and situations) as they are and yourself for who you are. Sounds inspirational to me! When I heard this song, I felt my heart open up and my pessimist falling off my shoulder - losing the battle to my encourager.

I continued listening to the CD and felt the various songs move me into understanding better how we are all niave, young, foolish beings who are searching for Something. We have pitfalls along the way. We make mistakes. We open our hearts to new things. We learn new ideas. We appreciate what we have. However, if we can just say to God "Here I am, this is me" we can acheive that Something (I like to think my Something is Heaven).

This morning, I again continued listening to the CD. I remembered how I felt when I heard some of the songs for the 1st time. I had recently lost my fiance to cancer at the tender age of 21. I was devastated and heartbroken. I thought I would never find anyone else like him to like me for me. I haven't found any one like him. I found someone completely different. I married him. My husband accepts me for who I am, but he constantly challenges me to be better (although I don't always see it at the time). He loves me for my failings as much, if not more, than my successes. He keeps my pride in check, but knows how to cheer me when I'm down. When I opened my heart up the 1st time like the song says "Here I am, this is me" he accepted me. I accepted him as well. Neither of us ever thought we'd find someone to spend the rest of our lives with, but we did. God works in mysterious ways!

Now I look back at my life and hope that I've lived my life with the true meaning of opening myself to God by saying "Here I am, this is me. Work with what I am to make me pleasing to you. I know you'll take care of me. I want to be with you forever. Please hear me and know this is where I belong."