Thursday, October 20, 2011
This is how it should've gone down!
(Also, I tried to publish comments from the last few posts and some of them posted and others disappeared into thin air. If your comment didn't appear, it's not because I deleted it. Has anyone else had that problem?)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
One Year Check-Up
Next time I will know not to schedule a doctors appointment 1 day before a birthday. We went today and because she does not turn 1 year old until tomorrow, she wasn't able to get her shots. Medically and immunologically, it makes no difference, but the doctor said that sometimes insurance will not pay for "scheduled vaccinations" if they are even one day before the scheduled time period. And schools will not accept any vaccinations that are given off-schedule and she would need to have everything redone before enrolling in Kindergarten. So, because she is one day shy of being 12 months old, we need to go back and get her shots when she is officially 12 months old. Just an inconvenience.
Other than the shots, everything went well. She is 100% healthy and not only meeting her developmental marks, but surpassing them. These are her tricks:
Walking independently
Gives "high fives"
When you ask her "who's number one," she sticks up her forefinger
Says: "da-da," bottle - "ba-ba", baby - "bay", bath - "baa", cheese - "shiz", "socks," dog - "dah", "ball", and my favorites; what is this - "whuzis?", what is that - "whuzat?", and who is this - "whozis?"
Vital Stats:
Weight: 24.2 lbs 90th percentile
Height: 31.5 inches 99th percentile
Head Circ.: 17 in 77th percentile
Other than the shots, everything went well. She is 100% healthy and not only meeting her developmental marks, but surpassing them. These are her tricks:
Walking independently
Gives "high fives"
When you ask her "who's number one," she sticks up her forefinger
Says: "da-da," bottle - "ba-ba", baby - "bay", bath - "baa", cheese - "shiz", "socks," dog - "dah", "ball", and my favorites; what is this - "whuzis?", what is that - "whuzat?", and who is this - "whozis?"
Vital Stats:
Weight: 24.2 lbs 90th percentile
Height: 31.5 inches 99th percentile
Head Circ.: 17 in 77th percentile
Maggie's Birthday Party
Maggie's not really sure what a cupcake is or what to do with it
She ate it very daintily, starting with the cookie on top. Eventually she got down to the good stuff and made a mess.
Wearing her new tutu from Aunt Becca, Uncle John and Cousin Brigham. She was so excited about her doggy and kitty BeanyBabies from Aunt Karen and Uncle Bruce. If you can tell, she is saying "ooh!"
She likes her Halloween tutu from Grandma Annie. Sometimes I think that Robert makes those faces in pictures on purpose.
Maggie had been up since 5:45 that morning and didn't want to take any naps during the day. She was pretty tired and grouchy, but it is what it is. Her party wasn't too bad for a 1 year old, and she looked super cute in her #1 onesie. That fell apart in the wash the next day, so it was kind of a one time thing. She loved all of her gifts and she especially likes new stuff to scatter around the house. Tomorrow we're going to get her a free cake from Macey's and see how she digs into that.
One Year Ago...
At this time one year ago, I layed in a hospital bed getting an epidural. I was induced at 6am on October 18, and by 1:45 the contractions were getting bad enough that I decided I'd had enough of that pain business and wanted some relief. And am I glad that I got that epidural because Maggie wasn't born until 3:57am the next morning. I would've given up, for sure.
The memories are so vivid in my mind, just like it was yesterday. I remember when she was placed in my arms for the first time and I was told that her blood sugar was low and I needed to nurse her. I had so much fear. I'd never nursed a baby before. Would I do it right? I had been so excited up to that point and then, for the very first time in my life, I'd felt so utterly inadequate in every respect. I wanted a baby so badly, but now that I had her I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I remember all of these feelings just like they were yesterday.
And then I woke up this morning and I went in to Maggie's room to get her. She was standing in her crib and held her arms up to me to lift her out. And then she called me "da-da." We're working on "mama," but it usually just comes with blank stares. One day short of her first birthday, I can't believe where the last year has gone. She was just a little squirmy, pink, swollen, helpless thing in my arms and now she's walking and talking. One year ago, I thought I'd never get another wink of sleep and that I was a huge failure because nursing wasn't going well. Looking back, and thinking of advice people had given me, I realize that childhood has its stages. And the one thing about stages is that they pass. Sometimes too quickly. I miss those nights getting up with her to nurse. She doesn't let me hold her close like that anymore. And she doesn't have that baby smell. She hasn't for a while.
That first time I held her 364 days ago, I was worried about what I could do for her. I never thought about what she would do for me. She has taught me to chill out more. I'm still a little uptight, but she's taught me that it's not important to sweat the small stuff. Conversely though, she's taught me that life really is made up of small moments and we should take time to enjoy the wonders around us. She has always loved to be outside and feel the breeze on her face and in her hair. She loves sunshine and she laughs when raindrops hit her face and head. I'm usually in too much of a hurry to notice. She's taught me to be patient and to never give up. She is one determined little girl and will do things over and over again until she gets the result she desires. But most of all, she's given me a small glimpse of what our Heavenly Father feels as a parent to His children. I love her so much and want to see her do well. It hurts me when she gets hurt. I feel joy when I see her succeed, and am happy when she is content. I worry about her welfare constantly. I would do anything for her. But at the same time, I cannot protect her from everything. She will make mistakes and sometimes bad things just happen. And that's when I need to remember that after I've done all that I can to protect her, I have to trust that Heavenly Father, who is both her Father and mine, will watch over her. And trust in Him even when His plan may be very different from mine.
I love being a mother and have never been more fulfilled doing anything else. The work is hard, and there are no vacations. But when I get to sleep at night, I go to sleep knowing that I've made a difference in the world that day. I can't say that about any other job I've ever had.
The memories are so vivid in my mind, just like it was yesterday. I remember when she was placed in my arms for the first time and I was told that her blood sugar was low and I needed to nurse her. I had so much fear. I'd never nursed a baby before. Would I do it right? I had been so excited up to that point and then, for the very first time in my life, I'd felt so utterly inadequate in every respect. I wanted a baby so badly, but now that I had her I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I remember all of these feelings just like they were yesterday.
And then I woke up this morning and I went in to Maggie's room to get her. She was standing in her crib and held her arms up to me to lift her out. And then she called me "da-da." We're working on "mama," but it usually just comes with blank stares. One day short of her first birthday, I can't believe where the last year has gone. She was just a little squirmy, pink, swollen, helpless thing in my arms and now she's walking and talking. One year ago, I thought I'd never get another wink of sleep and that I was a huge failure because nursing wasn't going well. Looking back, and thinking of advice people had given me, I realize that childhood has its stages. And the one thing about stages is that they pass. Sometimes too quickly. I miss those nights getting up with her to nurse. She doesn't let me hold her close like that anymore. And she doesn't have that baby smell. She hasn't for a while.
That first time I held her 364 days ago, I was worried about what I could do for her. I never thought about what she would do for me. She has taught me to chill out more. I'm still a little uptight, but she's taught me that it's not important to sweat the small stuff. Conversely though, she's taught me that life really is made up of small moments and we should take time to enjoy the wonders around us. She has always loved to be outside and feel the breeze on her face and in her hair. She loves sunshine and she laughs when raindrops hit her face and head. I'm usually in too much of a hurry to notice. She's taught me to be patient and to never give up. She is one determined little girl and will do things over and over again until she gets the result she desires. But most of all, she's given me a small glimpse of what our Heavenly Father feels as a parent to His children. I love her so much and want to see her do well. It hurts me when she gets hurt. I feel joy when I see her succeed, and am happy when she is content. I worry about her welfare constantly. I would do anything for her. But at the same time, I cannot protect her from everything. She will make mistakes and sometimes bad things just happen. And that's when I need to remember that after I've done all that I can to protect her, I have to trust that Heavenly Father, who is both her Father and mine, will watch over her. And trust in Him even when His plan may be very different from mine.
I love being a mother and have never been more fulfilled doing anything else. The work is hard, and there are no vacations. But when I get to sleep at night, I go to sleep knowing that I've made a difference in the world that day. I can't say that about any other job I've ever had.
Friday, September 30, 2011
"I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it."
Actually, Jesus never said that. But there are times in life when we have to believe it and hope it's true. My good friend lost her 14 month-old boy in a tragic accident yesterday. He was so bright and full of life. There are things in life that are hard to comprehend, and the death of a child is one of them. I wonder what it is like for people who do not have a knowledge of the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm grateful for the Atonement and for the sacrifices that Jesus made for us so that we could be healed of all our pains and cleansed from all of our sins. I believe it with all of my heart, but it's still hard to watch my friend in so much pain. Especially knowing that I can't take it away from her. But the Savior can, and I just need to hold on to that, having faith that He will heal her and her husband. I'm grateful for the covenants that we make in the temple that allow families to be sealed together for eternity. And I'm grateful that I had the privelege of knowing little Jonah. He was such a sweet little boy and his spirit was huge. He inspired all who knew him. I will miss him.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
DI or Craigslist?
I really enjoy going through closets, drawers, nooks, crannies, and shelves every once in a while to get rid of junk I don't need anymore. When I was single, I did this all of the time because I liked to travel light since I typically moved every year or two. I also like to do it because that's just how I was raised. My parents would make us go through clothes and toys every 6 months and take out some things to give to kids who didn't have stuff. Purging feels good, in a soul cleansing kind of way.
Robert is not like I am. It is difficult for him to part with possesions, especially ones that he worked hard to acquire or that he thinks might be worth something. He watches too many auction/picker shows and now thinks that everything has some worth to it. Sometimes this can cause problems. If we had a huge house with a basement, a garage, and an outside storage shed it wouldn't be so much of an issue to me (within bounds, of course). But since we live in a 2 bedroom condo, we need to get rid of stuff now and then.
One of the things we wanted to get rid of was a desk that was taking up a huge part of our living room and also a deathtrap for Maggie. She kept crawling under it and getting stuck, running into it, falling on it, and she just needs to not be around it. We decided to get rid of it. I just wanted it gone ASAP, but Robert likes to sell anything he can if he's going to get rid of it. Again, just different mindsets regarding old stuff.
We posted it, along with a few other things on Craigslist and KSL over Labor Day weekend, hoping to get rid of them quickly. The thing about listing things for sale on classifieds sites is that when they're hot, they're hot. I sold my car in 15 minutes on KSL. The desk, not so hot. We had a lot of people call wanting to come look at it, but flaked out and never came, and then a newly married couple came and looked at it and then said "We have to discuss this purchase, so we'll get back to you." I have an idea, if you're not interested, just tell me now because otherwise you're just wasting my time. And I love it when people ask you to hold the item for them while they look at other similar items. No. First come, first serve. My favorite was an email I received about a dress that I posted because I had missed the 30 day return period and the dress just wasn't going to work for me. The email was from someone named "Wyatt," and the email address was a girl/middle eastern/asian sounding thing. That was sketchy, but what was even funnier was that the email said, "Please, more information about this product." Um, well, it's a dress and this is the size. What else can you say about it? Do you want it or not? I never replied to the email just because everything that added up about it was fishy. It's been 3 weeks and the dress is still listed. It's orange. I bet that's the problem.
I like to give stuff to DI because I feel like it's a lot less of a hassle. You just bring it there and it's taken off your hands. Maybe someone in Haiti will get that orange dress and really love it. And most importantly, really need it. On the other hand, if I put it in the classifieds, somebody comes to my house and pays me to take it off my hands. And maybe they really need it, too, and they think they're getting a good bargain.
And then there are other things that just need to go to the trash. We got a lot of baby clothes from an acquanitance of Robert. Most of that stuff was ripped and stained with mud. How does a 3 month old get muddy and why would the tops of newborn socks and jammies be black and worn out? Babies that little don't crawl, or even roll over yet. That entire bag, with the exception of a few things, went to the trash. I didn't even feel like it was good enough for people in Haiti that had nothing.
My dad and I were talking about giving stuff to charity and the different requirements that people have when doing it. My dad said that when our ward would do DI drives, he witnessed that some people feel obligated to give everything to DI when they're finished with it because morally, that's what Jesus would expect of them. They get some really interesting stuff in there.What these people don't know is that even DI has some standards. Have you ever driven past DI in Provo and seen the dumpsters? That's where all of the stuff that DI doesn't accept goes.
So, here are my criteria. If it still has a lot of life left in it and it's in good condition, I try to sell it on KSL or Craigslist. Especially if it's furniture, appliances, vehicles, or other stuff that DI won't take like leftover house improvement stuff. Sometimes we take that stuff to Habitat for Humanity Re-Store.
Clothes, I always give to DI if they are in good condition. Or to friends. The orange dress is an exception because I never wore it and the tags are still on. I bought it for my sister's wedding and it didn't work out.
What do you do? What are your criteria for DI vs. Craigslist?
Robert is not like I am. It is difficult for him to part with possesions, especially ones that he worked hard to acquire or that he thinks might be worth something. He watches too many auction/picker shows and now thinks that everything has some worth to it. Sometimes this can cause problems. If we had a huge house with a basement, a garage, and an outside storage shed it wouldn't be so much of an issue to me (within bounds, of course). But since we live in a 2 bedroom condo, we need to get rid of stuff now and then.
One of the things we wanted to get rid of was a desk that was taking up a huge part of our living room and also a deathtrap for Maggie. She kept crawling under it and getting stuck, running into it, falling on it, and she just needs to not be around it. We decided to get rid of it. I just wanted it gone ASAP, but Robert likes to sell anything he can if he's going to get rid of it. Again, just different mindsets regarding old stuff.
We posted it, along with a few other things on Craigslist and KSL over Labor Day weekend, hoping to get rid of them quickly. The thing about listing things for sale on classifieds sites is that when they're hot, they're hot. I sold my car in 15 minutes on KSL. The desk, not so hot. We had a lot of people call wanting to come look at it, but flaked out and never came, and then a newly married couple came and looked at it and then said "We have to discuss this purchase, so we'll get back to you." I have an idea, if you're not interested, just tell me now because otherwise you're just wasting my time. And I love it when people ask you to hold the item for them while they look at other similar items. No. First come, first serve. My favorite was an email I received about a dress that I posted because I had missed the 30 day return period and the dress just wasn't going to work for me. The email was from someone named "Wyatt," and the email address was a girl/middle eastern/asian sounding thing. That was sketchy, but what was even funnier was that the email said, "Please, more information about this product." Um, well, it's a dress and this is the size. What else can you say about it? Do you want it or not? I never replied to the email just because everything that added up about it was fishy. It's been 3 weeks and the dress is still listed. It's orange. I bet that's the problem.
I like to give stuff to DI because I feel like it's a lot less of a hassle. You just bring it there and it's taken off your hands. Maybe someone in Haiti will get that orange dress and really love it. And most importantly, really need it. On the other hand, if I put it in the classifieds, somebody comes to my house and pays me to take it off my hands. And maybe they really need it, too, and they think they're getting a good bargain.
And then there are other things that just need to go to the trash. We got a lot of baby clothes from an acquanitance of Robert. Most of that stuff was ripped and stained with mud. How does a 3 month old get muddy and why would the tops of newborn socks and jammies be black and worn out? Babies that little don't crawl, or even roll over yet. That entire bag, with the exception of a few things, went to the trash. I didn't even feel like it was good enough for people in Haiti that had nothing.
My dad and I were talking about giving stuff to charity and the different requirements that people have when doing it. My dad said that when our ward would do DI drives, he witnessed that some people feel obligated to give everything to DI when they're finished with it because morally, that's what Jesus would expect of them. They get some really interesting stuff in there.What these people don't know is that even DI has some standards. Have you ever driven past DI in Provo and seen the dumpsters? That's where all of the stuff that DI doesn't accept goes.
So, here are my criteria. If it still has a lot of life left in it and it's in good condition, I try to sell it on KSL or Craigslist. Especially if it's furniture, appliances, vehicles, or other stuff that DI won't take like leftover house improvement stuff. Sometimes we take that stuff to Habitat for Humanity Re-Store.
Clothes, I always give to DI if they are in good condition. Or to friends. The orange dress is an exception because I never wore it and the tags are still on. I bought it for my sister's wedding and it didn't work out.
What do you do? What are your criteria for DI vs. Craigslist?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
250th Post!
Don't get too excited. I don't really have anything great to talk about. I am going to get on my soapbox for a little bit and talk about my favorite subject lately: immunizations.
Remember how Polio was eradicated in all but 4 countries? Yeah, me too. I know elderly people who were stricken with Polio when they were children and they are crippled now. I used to visit teach a woman who got Polio when she was a kid, and is now confined to a wheelchair and is in a lot of pain because of the Polio she got 80 years ago. It's not pretty to watch. I never knew anyone my age with Polio because there wasn't anyone. Everyone had been vaccinated against it. And now Polio is on the rise again. Mostly in 3rd world countries because people cannot afford the vaccine. It costs $.30 to vaccinate a child. Polio is no longer extinct in the US either. Is that a money issue? Probably not. More than likely, a parent chooses not to vaccinate his or her child for various reasons. The great thing about America is that people can choose. Choice is also principle in the Plan of Salvation. I have no issues with people practicing their right to choose; however, sometimes people make decisions based off of false information and mass hysteria, and their choices, in turn, have consequences for themselves and others.
Last week, I got a call from a lady at church who babysat Maggie the week earlier. Her son had been exposed to Whooping Cough at preschool and at church by children who were not vaccinated. She took her son to the doctor, he was put on a prophylactic antibiotic, and she started making a list and calling everyone who he had contact with since being exposed to the infected children. Maggie was one of those children. I started thinking I needed to call everyone that Maggie had been in contact with to warn them. I was about to do that and then Robert told me to wait until I talked to our doctor. Dr. Berry was out of town the next day when I called, but I did get to speak to another doctor who told me that since Maggie and I were up-to-date on our vaccines that we had nothing to worry about - we couldn't get it, and therefore couldn't give it to anyone. I didn't need to call everyone and let them know about Maggie's possible exposure. I slept better that night knowing that we would be OK.
I also thought a lot about why a parent wouldn't want to give his or her child the most protection against diseases, and thus giving his or her child a better shot (pun intended) at a good life. There are those who say that immunizations cause autism. I just don't see enough evidence to support that theory. Granted, I don't have an autistic child, but my gut feeling is that kids with autism just come to this earth wired that way. Why? I don't know. I'll talk to God about that when I get the chance.
Others don't want to immunize a child because they're afraid that the small amount of inactive virus will cause their child to get sick, even if only temporarily. My husband says that every time he gets a flu shot that he gets sick afterward. I have news for him. The sick he gets after getting a shot is nothing compared to what the flu really is. The real flu makes you feel like death warned over for about 3 weeks, and it kills people.
There are all sorts of conspiracy theories running around out there that people use as excuses for not vaccinating their kids. Obviously, I don't believe in any of them. I actually considered not having Maggie get the Chicken Pox vaccine because I thought that Chicken Pox were a right of passage. And then I started thinking about it and I felt that if I could minimize the suffering that my child had to experience in this life, I would do it. Chicken Pox may be a drop in the bucket as far as suffering, but if I could help my child avoid it, I would.
I don't like living in fear. For those few hours before I could talk to my doctor, the whole neighborhood was in a buzz about whether or not they should quarantine their kids and get them on antibiotics pronto. I would call it hysteria. I didn't like that. And I have seriously hard feelings toward those people in the ward who chose not to vaccinate their children and then bring them to nursery to play with all of the other kids in the ward, who then go play with other kids in the ward. Wildfire. It spreads like that. And it spreads exponentially. I'll probably give those people nasty looks when I see them next. It's not the Christian thing to do, but I'm not perfect. I'll repent later.
My personal beliefs are that science and religion are complimentary. Really, they both work together for the benefit of mankind, and I believe that God gives us medicine especially to make our mortal experience better. Light, truth, and knowledge all come from the same source - God. I'm going to graciously accept His blessings and vaccinate my kids and myself. And go to the doctor when we're sick. I don't have any control over Robert, but I think this most recent experience helped him to think a little differently about things because he got his Dtap, or whatever they call it, on Saturday. Maybe I am actually chipping away at his hard, crusty, essential oiled exterior afterall. I don't think I'll have such success with his other family members.
So that's my Soapbox. Does anyone know when "Sister Wives" starts up again? I bet they don't immunize their kids, but I sure do like watchng that show.
Remember how Polio was eradicated in all but 4 countries? Yeah, me too. I know elderly people who were stricken with Polio when they were children and they are crippled now. I used to visit teach a woman who got Polio when she was a kid, and is now confined to a wheelchair and is in a lot of pain because of the Polio she got 80 years ago. It's not pretty to watch. I never knew anyone my age with Polio because there wasn't anyone. Everyone had been vaccinated against it. And now Polio is on the rise again. Mostly in 3rd world countries because people cannot afford the vaccine. It costs $.30 to vaccinate a child. Polio is no longer extinct in the US either. Is that a money issue? Probably not. More than likely, a parent chooses not to vaccinate his or her child for various reasons. The great thing about America is that people can choose. Choice is also principle in the Plan of Salvation. I have no issues with people practicing their right to choose; however, sometimes people make decisions based off of false information and mass hysteria, and their choices, in turn, have consequences for themselves and others.
Last week, I got a call from a lady at church who babysat Maggie the week earlier. Her son had been exposed to Whooping Cough at preschool and at church by children who were not vaccinated. She took her son to the doctor, he was put on a prophylactic antibiotic, and she started making a list and calling everyone who he had contact with since being exposed to the infected children. Maggie was one of those children. I started thinking I needed to call everyone that Maggie had been in contact with to warn them. I was about to do that and then Robert told me to wait until I talked to our doctor. Dr. Berry was out of town the next day when I called, but I did get to speak to another doctor who told me that since Maggie and I were up-to-date on our vaccines that we had nothing to worry about - we couldn't get it, and therefore couldn't give it to anyone. I didn't need to call everyone and let them know about Maggie's possible exposure. I slept better that night knowing that we would be OK.
I also thought a lot about why a parent wouldn't want to give his or her child the most protection against diseases, and thus giving his or her child a better shot (pun intended) at a good life. There are those who say that immunizations cause autism. I just don't see enough evidence to support that theory. Granted, I don't have an autistic child, but my gut feeling is that kids with autism just come to this earth wired that way. Why? I don't know. I'll talk to God about that when I get the chance.
Others don't want to immunize a child because they're afraid that the small amount of inactive virus will cause their child to get sick, even if only temporarily. My husband says that every time he gets a flu shot that he gets sick afterward. I have news for him. The sick he gets after getting a shot is nothing compared to what the flu really is. The real flu makes you feel like death warned over for about 3 weeks, and it kills people.
There are all sorts of conspiracy theories running around out there that people use as excuses for not vaccinating their kids. Obviously, I don't believe in any of them. I actually considered not having Maggie get the Chicken Pox vaccine because I thought that Chicken Pox were a right of passage. And then I started thinking about it and I felt that if I could minimize the suffering that my child had to experience in this life, I would do it. Chicken Pox may be a drop in the bucket as far as suffering, but if I could help my child avoid it, I would.
I don't like living in fear. For those few hours before I could talk to my doctor, the whole neighborhood was in a buzz about whether or not they should quarantine their kids and get them on antibiotics pronto. I would call it hysteria. I didn't like that. And I have seriously hard feelings toward those people in the ward who chose not to vaccinate their children and then bring them to nursery to play with all of the other kids in the ward, who then go play with other kids in the ward. Wildfire. It spreads like that. And it spreads exponentially. I'll probably give those people nasty looks when I see them next. It's not the Christian thing to do, but I'm not perfect. I'll repent later.
My personal beliefs are that science and religion are complimentary. Really, they both work together for the benefit of mankind, and I believe that God gives us medicine especially to make our mortal experience better. Light, truth, and knowledge all come from the same source - God. I'm going to graciously accept His blessings and vaccinate my kids and myself. And go to the doctor when we're sick. I don't have any control over Robert, but I think this most recent experience helped him to think a little differently about things because he got his Dtap, or whatever they call it, on Saturday. Maybe I am actually chipping away at his hard, crusty, essential oiled exterior afterall. I don't think I'll have such success with his other family members.
So that's my Soapbox. Does anyone know when "Sister Wives" starts up again? I bet they don't immunize their kids, but I sure do like watchng that show.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Scare of my life!
Today, I took Maggie to JC Penney with me. I had a $10 off coupon, and then I heard that there were sales of up to 80% off. I was looking on the clearance racks, when I came to a point that I couldn't push Maggie's stroller to the other side. I left her on one end of the rack, walked around it, and when I came back she wasn't there. And when I say I walked around, that's all I did. I didn't stop to look at anything or take anything off the rack. It took a total of about 30 seconds. I started panicking, running up and down the racks trying to find her. I didn't see her anywhere, so I started screaming, "Someone took my baby! Help me! Someone took my baby!" Everyone in the store just looked at me like I was on crack. Nobody offered to help me. None of the employees did anything. I started running up and down the aisles again, when a woman yelled, "There's a baby right here!" I went over and it was Maggie. About 4 racks away from the one I was looking at. How did she get there in that little amount of time without me seeing anything? Someone moved her. I don't know if she was moved so that a person could get past her, or if someone tried to take her and stopped when I started screaming. All I could do when the lady found her was pick her up and start sobbing. I was so glad that she was there and nothing was wrong with her.
My mom said she had a similar experience with me at JC Penney, except I was about 3 years old and it turned out I was hiding between the clothes so that she couldn't find me. She said she almost passed out from the fear that someone took me. Now I get why some parents put their kids on a leash. I'm going to put the stroller on a leash so that never happens again.
My mom said she had a similar experience with me at JC Penney, except I was about 3 years old and it turned out I was hiding between the clothes so that she couldn't find me. She said she almost passed out from the fear that someone took me. Now I get why some parents put their kids on a leash. I'm going to put the stroller on a leash so that never happens again.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
How Would You Answer This Question?
This was posted by a friend on Facebook yesterday. He clearly doesn't think highly of Christians, as evidenced by earlier posts. How would you answer this?
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