Posts tagged ‘babies’
Our niece gave birth to a baby girl today, giving us a GRAND niece! We also have a GRAND nephew and another GRAND niece on the way from our other niece. These occasions are always happy times. And we rejoice along with them as we should.
A baby. There’s nothing like it. The sounds, smells, laughs, cries and wonderful sweetness of them.
But I have also noticed something else. When a baby is born – it seems like someone we know…dies. I don’t have any explanation for this – but every time there has been a new baby in our family or someone we know – we hear about a death. It’s strangely eery. It’s the circle of life.
In Ecclesiastes 3 we read:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
It is called life. Some things are easy to accept – like that newborn baby. However the Muslims believe we should cry when a baby is born and rejoice when someone dies. I wonder if there is something to this – since death brings a new life, and one away from sin, hurt, disease, pain, crying and separation. A a new baby is just beginning the process…
But for now – I will enjoy the newborn baby and all the babies to come. And I will try to rejoice and not feel such sadness and sorrow from those that go before me in death.
Enjoy the song, “Turn, turn, turn” and
- Through the Looking Glass – First Days of Motherhood – Baby (everydayfamily.com)
- Perfect Season (faithrises.com)
- There is a time for everything! (nackynice.wordpress.com)
I remember 23 years ago today very well. I had my first baby – a baby girl we named Ashlee Renee.
It’s funny how some events in our lives we never forget no matter how much time goes by – or things happen to us – good and bad – as a mom – I will never forget the day I delivered both of my babies. And the first baby is very special. I remember feeling very ill prepared for the task ahead. I remember being very emotional. And I know that was normal – and still today I feel the same when I think about those days.
My labor was not text-book at all. I was admitted to the hospital because I was a favorite of my doctor – and I think he took pity on me not having any air conditioning in our home. We lived in New Castle, PA – a VERY hot a muggy summer! And since it was cool and comfortable in the hospital – and I was having some signs of labor – he let me check in. At first I was happy – in no real pain and left to watch TV or play games with Greg – talk on the phone to relatives and just relax. My sister thought it was really unfair that I had no pains and was dilated – but I was pretty happy about it ☺ My mother told her, “they will come” and so they did – after they had to break my water.
5 hours of labor later – our baby girl was born – 7 lbs 10 oz. And they put me in a room to try to get some sleep – she was born at 2:27am – and I did not sleep the rest of the night. I had sent Greg home to get some rest – but then called him back first thing in the morning – and tired though he was – he actually came back!
That very day Greg locked his keys in the car – he’s never done that before or since – so I know how befuddled he was! Being a first time parent was certainly taking its toil – and the excitement was more than he could handle!
We look back at those early days of parenthood and laugh at some of the silly, crazy things we did – and poor Ashlee was our experimental child – so I know we did many things wrong with her – I’m just so glad she didn’t hold it against us – and in spite of us – she turned out beautifully!
Blessings on my married daughter of 23 – may the next 23 be even more wonderful – filled with parenthood and many other precious memories!
Today is the 30th anniversary of Mt. St. Helen’s blowing its top – and it got me thinking about ‘back in the day’. Different events that ‘mark’ our lives and the passage of time.
Nothing does that quite like your own children. Parents have that wonderful ability to ‘remember’ all the important ‘rites of passage’ and the other mysteries that go with raising children. When your children are little it is hard to see that ‘one day’ you will look back with fondness and even get a few wonderful and juicy little stories out of the experience. We’ve had several for both our children – but none quite like our daughter. I suppose it is because she is our first-born and our ‘experimental’ child – but she just seems to have WAY more hilarious stories than our son does. I think it may have something to do with her black and white personality and her feisty sense of humor – even as a small child she would have me in fits of laughter – so much so that I would literally have to pull the car over on more than one occasion to just ROAR with laughter!
But for years there was so much more than just laughter with our children. We had a span of about 5 years where we couldn’t go ANYWHERE without one or both of our children sick on a trip – especially the airplane – and I mean SICK – you know the ‘throw up’ sick. We really felt that we were cursed on more than one occasion.
It started when Ashlee was a year old and we had just resigned a youth pastor position in New Castle PA – and were moving to Seattle temporarily while looking for another ministry position. We decided it would be easier on Ashlee and me if the two of us flew and Daddy drove the moving van cross-country alone. He could go faster without a wife and baby holding him back – and I could get the baby there in a matter of hours rather than days. It seemed the perfect plan. But we drove from New Castle into Ohio and couldn’t find the airport – and we were running late. In fact when we did find the airport – Greg had to let us out at the curb and watch us go running in to the gate and had to RUN down a long corridor (with a carry on bag and a baby) to catch the small plane that was outside engines started and ready to go. Well I’m afraid little Ashlee couldn’t take the “jostling” around too much and when we were safely up in the air she proceeded to throw up all over ME. Well it was lovely. And when we got off in Chicago to change planes – I again had to almost RUN to catch the flight – barely had time to take Ashlee into the bathroom and try to clean up the mess. Oh my – it was something – and I smelled like throw up for the next 5 hours or so on the plane to Seattle. Luckily Ashlee slept almost the entire way. I don’t ever want to relive that experience. When we got there – I just remember handing Ashlee to my Mom and collapsing.
When Ashlee was about 18 months or so – we were pastoring a small church in Fortuna, CA – and we were at the mall in Eureka. We had just fed her a cookie and she was smiling and riding on her Daddy’s shoulders. All of a sudden Greg said he heard a BURP coming from Ashlee and before he knew what that really meant – it was too late and she threw up all over him – in a descending pattern – down the top of his head and pouring down over his shoulders and chest. It was lovely. We were in a public place. Greg hates any attention being drawn to him – especially attention like THAT. Now you aren’t going to believe this – because after all – I AM a nurturer by nature – a huggy, kissy sort of person – for all of you who know me. But at that moment in time seeing this scene unfold before me – I thought it was the most HILARIOUS thing I had ever seen!! I couldn’t control myself for laughing HYSTERICALLY!!! Needless to say, Greg didn’t appreciate my humor – sometimes he still doesn’t get it – but hey – it was funny. Some wonderful ladies in a hair salon saw his distress and my laughter – and quickly came out with several towels to help poor Greg – with the throw up all over his face. Oh my. I wish I had had my camera on me – my iPhone would have come in very handy back then. Those kind of moments are priceless.
I wish I could say that was the only time Ashlee ever threw up on me or her Dad – but sadly – it is not. She had projectile vomiting as an infant too – so you think you have ‘throw up’ stories? HA! I don’t think so! I will challenge you on it for sure!
Have a wonderful day!
Sung tonight by Michael Lynche on American Idol – a beautiful version of this song as originally sung by Kate Bush in “She’s having a baby” – a great movie about a young married couple having their first baby. There is a very poignant scene in the movie where the young husband (Kevin Bacon) thinks he is going to lose both his young wife and baby while she is in labor – and this song is sung in the background as he is in the waiting room of the hospital – reliving his life with her. It is very moving – and well worth seeing. Here is the AWESOME version of this song by Maxwell. Enjoy!