Friday, March 28, 2008
greener than green
would be tickled, well, green to win a mega-green prize package from babybuyproducts
Saturday, March 22, 2008
peace
I have always believed that there is such a thing as a good death--generally, when you know it's coming, you have time to prepare and tie up loose ends with yourself and your loved ones, and minimize pain to be able to go in peace.
I'm thinking about this because our friend's wife passed yesterday after a courageous battle with cancer. We only met her recently, and her easy smile and warmth in the midst of such pain was incredible to behold. She also met our infant son at that time, and even feeling so weak was overjoyed to hold him and play with him as much as she could.
She woke up in the middle of the night and said, "Help me". That was the last thing she said. Her partner and her children were with her through the night until she passed in the morning.
It breaks my heart to think that she was frightened--that not only did she know her time had ended but that something in the passing frightened her. I hope that in the intervening hours between the beginning of the end and the time of death that she knew her family was there and she was comforted; that she knew she was going to a place of peace and was ready; that she was no longer in pain but felt the warmth of whatever light was awaiting her.
I hope that, in the end, death was kind to her. She deserved that much.
I'm thinking about this because our friend's wife passed yesterday after a courageous battle with cancer. We only met her recently, and her easy smile and warmth in the midst of such pain was incredible to behold. She also met our infant son at that time, and even feeling so weak was overjoyed to hold him and play with him as much as she could.
She woke up in the middle of the night and said, "Help me". That was the last thing she said. Her partner and her children were with her through the night until she passed in the morning.
It breaks my heart to think that she was frightened--that not only did she know her time had ended but that something in the passing frightened her. I hope that in the intervening hours between the beginning of the end and the time of death that she knew her family was there and she was comforted; that she knew she was going to a place of peace and was ready; that she was no longer in pain but felt the warmth of whatever light was awaiting her.
I hope that, in the end, death was kind to her. She deserved that much.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
slingin' it!
The lovely blogger at Ellinghouse is so generously giving away a very cool sling.
I love the Olivia -- how about you?!
I love the Olivia -- how about you?!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
biscuits, hold the gravy!
would love to win a gc from warm biscuit bedding co courtesy of an island life.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
crying
This rant is regarding letting babies "cry it out". Why, I ask, why? A story, for example:
This morning, one of my colleagues was talking about her baby girl who didn't sleep through the night until she was 10 months. Much earlier, mom let her "cry it out", while mom went down to the basement in order not to hear her little girl screaming in distress. Obviously, this baby was not ready to sleep through the night and was letting her mom know it.
Why, and how, could you ignore your baby's painful, distressed calls for you? I truly believe that we are part and parcel of the animal kingdom, and it is written in our DNA to respond to our young, to protect them and keep them safe from predators, real or imagined. My son can whimper from across the house and something in me hears him even when the sound in barely audible, and I run to him to scoop him up, to protect him and let him know that he is safe. I will protect him from the bears and the lions and the crows, from the dangers of the night and the dangers of all that is unknown to him. He knows me, and he trusts me, and I will never betray that most tender of bonds between us. I am his mother, his protectress.
This morning, one of my colleagues was talking about her baby girl who didn't sleep through the night until she was 10 months. Much earlier, mom let her "cry it out", while mom went down to the basement in order not to hear her little girl screaming in distress. Obviously, this baby was not ready to sleep through the night and was letting her mom know it.
Why, and how, could you ignore your baby's painful, distressed calls for you? I truly believe that we are part and parcel of the animal kingdom, and it is written in our DNA to respond to our young, to protect them and keep them safe from predators, real or imagined. My son can whimper from across the house and something in me hears him even when the sound in barely audible, and I run to him to scoop him up, to protect him and let him know that he is safe. I will protect him from the bears and the lions and the crows, from the dangers of the night and the dangers of all that is unknown to him. He knows me, and he trusts me, and I will never betray that most tender of bonds between us. I am his mother, his protectress.
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