Month: March 2025

We went to the rodeo tonight to say hi to my husband and to my mom’s husband while they worked a volunteer shift. They were working down the street from where my grandma lives now, so we walked over after visiting her. We surprised them. Everyone in their cabin knew who we were and knew about my baby already and was excited to see her.

Then my cousin came and joined us with her son, and we went exploring with them for about an hour. We made it to the petting zoo for its last five minutes, browsed books in the first of many little libraries – more to be checked out tomorrow (pun not intended, but adored) – saw some newborn chicks, pigs, sheep, and cattle, rose a humongous escalator – well, they did and I watched – looked at carnival lights, and spun a huge tire. It was a grey family time, and so truly enjoyed it.

Thank you, God. Keep my husband and me and the baby safe and well, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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She cried and screamed for almost two hours straight this evening due to digestion. I cried a good chunk of that time with her. She even cried so hard and for so long that she threw up everything she had consumed. There were many regular large pukes, but the shocking tidal wave made it clear that nothing was left behind. It was so sad and crushing to witness. Let alone the fact that it was getting all over both of us and the rug and the chair and the everything nearby each time… The more she cried, the hungrier she got. But even the smallest nursing resettled in puking it up again a few minutes later after she’d pulled off to keep screaming about the digestive pains. My heart hurt so terribly for her. My body hurt so terribly for how it must somehow be my fault…

I had a few times in those two hours where I wanted to hit something or throw something. But I remained present and kept my daughter safe. I noticed that it is harder to want to help her when she is crying so hard, because I can’t see her eyes. The moment I see her eyes, my whole being hurts for her and wants to help her. Without seeing them, it is much easier to be annoyed than to want to ease her pains for her own sake. But the point is that I have noticed this and so am using it to do better each time. I’m still not able to help her much of the time when she struggles with digestion. But I am working on staying present and remembering that it’s okay that all I can do isn’t enough to relieve her pain.

No matter how much it hurts to think that…

God, help me to heal her pains. Grant me the gift of always releasing my daughter’s struggles and pains, with her support. Help me to love her always, especially when her actions are difficult for me, be they intentional or not. Guide me to be the loving mother you have always called me and made me to be. Keep my husband and the baby and me safe, please, and make us all three well and whole. Make her intestines work marvelously, please, and always properly. Thank you for this life and for my husband. Thank you for our baby. Heal her intestines, please, and now for always, please. Also, please, heal my abdomen and my skin and groin area, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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“Fits discreetly in your bra” it said on the packaging.

Was the writer of the branding foreign to the English language, and mistook the word discreetly for the word obtrusively or the word obviously? Perhaps, even, the word ridiculously?

Must have been…

Trove – great idea. Not discreet. 😛

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Today, we met up with my husband’s former coworker and current friend, both to visit with him and (but mostly) to have him meet the baby. It worked out with the beautiful obvious hand of God. We had a morning appointment, and I felt we should reach out to him. It turned out, all his kids were at daycare and school today, so he was on his own. What’s more, he happened to be at a laundromat right by our house in order to wash a big comforter. In the middle of discovering this information, my husband received notice that power had gone out at our house. We stopped by to confirm this, and then went down the road to meet up with the friend at the laundromat.

When we arrived, we found him sitting at a table with two books open, and only a single Hispanic woman across the room, doing her own laundry. My husband commented something to the effect of that he was doing his studies and having his quiet time, cozied up and settled in – he looked very comfortable, like this was his happy place.

He laughed, but began to explain that it kind of was so. He did take this time each week or two to have some focused alone time with a book and with a prayer book.

I commented, “It’s your coffee shop.” He agreed that it was.

He then got to meet our daughter and hold her for a while before we all went to lunch (quick note that she slept through all of lunch, and it was, again, a blessing from God for us to get to visit so well and so long and so uninterrupted with this friend – we pretty much never get that with him). It was adorable how delighted he was holding her. He’s also a proportionate 6’5″ perhaps, so, with her asleep in his arms, he made her look tiny in a way she hasn’t looked since she was born. It was truly great, and I am quite glad that he got to meet her on his own, so he truly got to be present and enjoy being with her in a way he couldn’t have done with his own four young children present.

So, we all just sat there in the laundromat, chilling and chatting, as if we were at a real coffee shop, until his comforter finished drying. It was a great time. I kept thinking how distracted I was in the space, and how interesting it is how we all find our own ideal spaces for ourselves, and how different they all can be. We were in his coffee shop today…

And I just loved the whole concept. That his coffee shop is a laundromat. It is not often that financial and racial, social lines cross for someone’s coffee shop. Not that it would be very loud with a telenovela blasting on a large tv hanging from the ceiling, along with washers and dryers humming loudly along around the room. But that was exactly what his coffee shop was, is. His study space, indeed, was a laundromat.

He even mentioned that there are times on certain days that loads of people are there doing laundry services for their business. On those days, when he sees all their vehicles, he turns around and heads back home – not the day for him to wash the comforter. He comes for quiet. Relatively speaking, that is.

Today, he had it. And it was adorable and a bit inspiring to see. It felt nostalgic, somehow, really… ❤

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I am still very sleepy, and it makes it very difficult for me – remember that I am still dealing with some physical recovery stuff, what with the discomfort in my vagina area and the abdomen still being separated – not to grow overwhelmingly frustrated with the baby at times, particularly when she is practically screaming due to digestive issues, and has been doing so for quite some time already. I told my husband finally that I have been overwhelmed to the point of wanting to throw her down and walk away. It isn’t a thought I welcome, yet it arrives nonetheless. I am very careful when such a thought arises, of course. But I think sharing this with him helped him to see how much I am still struggling. Yes, my body has improved greatly from where it started. No, it is not healed. Yes, my mind has improved greatly from where it started. No, it has not yet healed either. I still need more help than usual.

On the improving note, as well as the overwhelm, I went to the neighbors’ house around the corner this afternoon. I tried to go in the late morning, but they left for a while (despite the fact that she’s said she would be there all day and to come by whenever…). By the time they were back, I had a screaming baby. It took me an hour to handle that and to get her calm enough to get out the door. I had to bring all the stuff, because I didn’t want to risk needing something important and not having it. I also had to drive, because they live just far enough that walking wasn’t a smart option for me (though they’re probably only like ten houses away). And my husband had to out the car seat in the car last night for me, because I still can’t safely lift it.

Anyway, I was there about half an hour or so, then my husband joined us for another half hour or so once he was back from his testing. It was a really nice visit. Their baby is two and a half weeks older than ours, so we had a lot on which to commiserate and many fun and silly things to share, as well. It was a good visit.

But it also was very difficult for me to make happen.

I pray it will get easier for me to handle such a situation. Thank you, God, for this opportunity today. Thank you for helping me figure out how to use the carrier without pain. Help our baby’s bowels to heal. Make my husband and my baby and me well, please, and keep us safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I love when people truly mean what they offer as help. Too often, it seems that people make offers out of a sense of obligation, or self-preservation in terms of status, perhaps. Offers like that, when taken up, usually leave a sour taste in the relationship. And that always sucks. When I make an offer, I mean it. I have had too many people not mean it when they have made offers to me, and it has me be mistrustful of people’s offers now, even the honest ones. I don’t like that. I’ve been working on just simply asking, seeing somehow if the offer was genuine or if it was a version of fake. That, while uncomfortable, seems to help weed out the fake stuff and create deeper connections with those who truly meant their offers. Around baby hand-me-downs… it has been a tough one to navigate. But I have been gaining practice in that follow-up asking… and in telling when things won’t turn out, even before the ask. So, it’s cool to be able to confirm my suspicions, at least, now that I’m asking. Then I’ve been able to move forward understanding better then situation and also knowing that I’m good at reading situations. Double positive there(!).

Okay, going to sleep.

Thank you, God, for this life and the love I receive and give within it. Help me always to see clearly my next step in fulfilling your will in my life. Help me and my family to be our best selves and to help one another be our best selves. Make my husband and my daughter and me well, please, and keep us safe. Thank you for our home. Please, keep our home safe and whole. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Here, I thought I might be able to go to bed. But the baby started moving within a minute of putting her down. Sure enough, she had to poop, and it was big time. Over an hour later, after we both cried a good bit, she is finally back in the cradle, sleeping. We shall see if this time works…

Dear Lord, please, help us all three to sleep well each night, the baby, my husband, and me. Thank you for this family and this home. Guide us in your will. Make clear our next step in pursuing and fulfilling your will. Make us well, please, and keep us safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Our chiropractor works with God’s hands much of the time. I am immensely grateful He brought her to us (or, rather, us to her, I suppose). She is helping to heal me and to allow our baby to grow up practically perfectly in every way she physically can. It is awesome, and the results of her work show both immediately and longer term – it’s just beyond anything I’d known before in physical sorting-out.

Thank you, Lord. You know my will – allow it to be, please. Help my will to be your will. Please, always make your will for me clear and healthy to me. In your name, I pray. Amen.

P.S. The rodeo begins tomorrow. For the first time in my life, I don’t really want to go… at all. It’s a weird feeling. I’m normally super excited about its starting. But I rather am disinterested this year – not against it, but not particularly for it either.

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Today, I felt good, and so the family all met at Spring Fling at my old school. Same deal as last night, where I was able to walk while carrying the baby – I carried her with Ease, zero sense of pushing myself at all. Nothing hurt. We went slowly and I sat often and for a while each time. But nothing even ached a little bit, and we were there for about four hours. I got tired, but not achey.

I sat in an epsom salt bath tonight, and found it bizarre how it was the first time I haven’t gotten in and felt ‘I so needed this’. It was nice and cozy, and felt good, but didn’t feel necessary like it had felt since before birth.

Truly, it was so weird today. I got to show many of my old coworkers (who are dear to me) my daughter and be happy and feel good while doing so. I hadn’t once been able to do that before last night, not be miserable while introducing her to someone. My body hadn’t not been in aches and pain for almost two months. Until last night, that is.

The power of God in the Holy Spirit is boundless. I am grateful for the grace of His blessing.

Thank you, God. Thank you. Keep me and my husband and our baby safe and well, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Today, my mom and I (and the baby) went to a thing at church that we do every year. It is talks and praise & worship and an early dinner and Mass and Adoration, all in a day together with registration in advance. (Haha) At one point, my mom commented that we should get one of the priests to bless the teether rosaries we have for the baby, which we had with us today. She mentioned wanting a specific priest to do it, one of the speakers (who also led a retreat I attended in college, as well as various events throughout my teen and young adult years, possibly including Mass at my high school), though she was clearly open to any of them doing it.

When we were between Mass and the start of Adoration, that particular priest happened to be standing at the back, just chatting with a couple people right along where I was walking to get back to our seats. I pause and asked him, ‘Father? Are you available to bless a rosary for my daughter?’ He told me that he was. I confirmed he would be still there chatting for a bit longer, and I went to get the rosaries from my mom. She noticed I had stopped and talked to him, and met me partway with them.

When I had hobbled back over to him, he quickly wrapped up his conversation with the two ladies and turned his attention to me.

I proffered him the two rosaries, and he accepted them and said, roughly, “Okay, so these are for your daughter. Tell me about her…” I started to share about her, and pointed vaguely in her direction as I did. Excitedly, he asked if she was here, and I told him that she was and that she was presently asleep on a pew. He gestured and half-asked as I said that we could go over and see her if he wanted.

So, we went over and saw her and my mom. On the way, he greeted a few people, but mostly listened to my answer of his request to tell him about my daughter and the pregnancy and all. He asked questions, and I answered honestly. Once there, we chatted briefly and then he prayed over her and over the rosaries, blessing both her and them.

Then he came and sat next to me. He asked me to tell him what had gone wrong that made me have a difficult recovery, especially what was still causing difficulty for me (as I was clearly still in a lot of pain, given how I stood and walked and, even, looked). He asked more questions, and I answered honestly. This included whether I believed God could heal me now… and whether I believed God loved me so much that He wanted to heal me now. And whether I believed I was good enough and deserving of being healed now…

And then he, with permission, laid hands on me and prayed. He asked me to repeat and declare certain things during the prayer. It was intense. He also asked for specific healing in my body, especially for my womb.

And, while he prayed, my body felt like it was on fire again. Three years ago, when I was working to release much that had been weighing me down and hurting me for so long, and I was preparing myself to be fully the person I longed to be, during Adoration, when the Host was directly in front of us, though the room was very, very cold, and I had been in at least a jacket and a scarf, my body began to burn. It felt like a furnace was beaming hot air directly at me and all over my whole body. I was pulling off all the layers I could as I cried on my knees, facing the Host, I was just so hot… burning. The experience and thought that occurred to me was that the fire was burning up all the stuff that didn’t need to stay with me anymore, especially all the bad and unwanted stuff from my life. The priest seemed to understand something about it all, too, because he stood directly in front of me for longer than he’d held the Host in any other place – he must have felt something was happening, which it was. I left lighter and new and living in a space of being freed. And much changed in my life after that. For the better, to be sure. I started the next year of my life with morning Mass and reconciliation, and then met my (now) husband about two weeks later, completely unexpectedly. God set a fire within me and sanctified and healed me emotionally that night at Adoration.

Tonight, I felt a similar fire. But it was distinctly in certain areas within my body. All the inside parts of me involved with labor were burning. My uterus especially was an intense blaze of heat(!).

And then, when he got up and walked away, and I got up and moved back into my pew and seat, I paid attention… and the pain in my uterus was gone.

……..

At the end, during the payer time, we went to have a couple pray over us who had done so during my pregnancy. We wanted to have them pray over us now that the baby was on the outside of me. They asked how I was doing, and I mentioned only that my stitches area was still hurting me. My mom started to mention the inside stuff, and I stopped her, letting her know that I had already mentioned all that was hurting me right now. As we walked away from them, I noticed an immense drop in the struggle I had been having with my groin area.

So, yeah… that happened tonight. Yippee!

Thank you, God. Jesus, I trust in you. In your name, I pray. Amen.

P.S. I hope I remember tomorrow to share further about the priest and my experience with him.

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