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Written by Mary Beth
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Sunday, May 30, 2010 |
This story of a 100 year old practicing obstetrician amazes me. He's been practicing for 63 years. He no longer delivers baby since his eye sight and hearing are diminishing but he makes his rounds, etc.
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Sunday, May 30, 2010 |
Ten years ago today my eldest daughter made her debut. I was going say "grand entrance" but then I realized I don't really know if it was "grand" or not. I don't know if it was an easy delivery or difficult. But someone else does. And I mourn for her.
Actually, I don't know what I was doing on this day 10 years ago (except fostering an 8 month old girl). I was definitely clueless that in three days I would have a beautiful black-haired smiley black-eyed baby girl enter my life.
My precious gift from God turns ten today. I got to celebrate with her, along with the rest of our lil' family, extended family, and friends, at her birthday party yesterday. Today, I get to watch her delighted face and sparkling eyes as she opens the gifts her daddy and I got her. We know what she likes. Someone else does not. And I mourn for her.
I have an ache in the depths of my innermost being (and until now I don't know if I've ever felt that depth before). I feel as though I might burst into uncontrollable sobs due to an unexplainable loss. But it is not mine. It is my daughter's birth mother. The woman who carried my daughter in her womb and birthed her. I've tried writing this next sentence several times but words fail me. Deep, anguishing loss is what I feel right now. How is she feeling right now? Oh, how I mourn for her.
And, yet, I am so thankful to the Lord for giving us our eldest daughter. What a precious gift indeed. I, absolutely, cannot even begin to imagine our lives without her. Again, I'm speechless. The Lord has greatly blessed our family with her as a member and I pray that she will know and embrace that truth all of her days.
Bittersweet day, indeed.
-mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Monday, May 17, 2010 |
We be illin'
Wish we were chillin'
Have had vicious fevers
Wish we were dancing like beavers
Many a hard night
Does the end of this tunnel have a light?
Tex hadn't slept more than a two hour stretch
Until last evening did he get almost a full night sleep fetched
Hallucinations were had by Irish Boy
Sword fighting guys bouncing on walls and shelves might bring a bit of joy (if it weren't so freaky)
Lil Miss Frizzle along with da boyz endured the fevers and pink eyes
Now that she is feeling a bit better she's helping so much, she's such a prize
Mama has fallen ill
Making more work for Daddy to fill
Praying that Baby Blue, Bling, and my greek god stay well
Don't want them to endure this bit of . . . um, discomfort
Wish we were chillin'
But we be illin'
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Saturday, May 15, 2010 |
I am currently up way past my bed time. Don't ask me why.
My youngest is talking to himself and should be sleeping. The poor little baby is so very sick. I must say that him humming and talking to himself is much more preferable to crying and being miserable. Although, as I write this his humming is turning to whining . . . which will likely turn to crying . . .
This has been a very vicious fever. What. Is. This. Thing?!
It has attacked a couple of the other kids so far. I was very sick at the beginning of the week with a cold-thingy but I don't recall a fever but in the midst of that I started feeling very weak and dizzy. The last half of today is the first time I could stand up without feeling like I might fall over. Thank You, Lord!
I think I'll go offer him a nice cold one. His "beverage of choice" is code for "bottle" but Shhhhhhhhh! don't say that out loud . . . he'll get upset because I'm not getting it to him fast enough.
Watch, when I show it to him . . . he'll start sucking his tongue. Totally adorable.
I guess that's why I'm up late.
- it's blahg! mb
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