Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Effect of Birth Control on Breastfeeding

“Sometimes babies become fussy at the breast because their mothers have begun taking small amounts of estrogen. Even low levels of estrogen can decrease mothers’ milk supply significantly. This is likely to be part of the reason for your baby’s trouble if he was gaining well and contentedly nursing for several weeks and then became fussy within a week or so of your going on the pill. Another indication that this is the problem is if your baby seems to want the breast but then pulls away, frustrated, after he starts nursing. By doing this, he is showing you that he is hungry but that the flow of milk is unsatisfactory to him. The best remedy for this problem is to stop taking the pill.” (–Ina May Gaskin, Ina May’s Guide to Breastfeeding, page 196)

Friday, April 12, 2013

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Mormon Messages Videos

http://youtu.be/UNahtS4XJ8E

http://youtu.be/c16vm9r1ZMI

I think the prophet and apostles are trying to tell us to choose to have children!

On The Children’s Behalf

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Reasons for people wanting only a certain number of children at specifically spaced intervals of time vary greatly. Here are some statements I have heard about having children:

I want to wait to have children until we own a house or our education is complete.

I want to have our children 2 years apart.

I want to be done having children by age 35.

I only want four children because that seems like a good number.

The problem with these statements is the word “I.”

Malcolm Gladwell has a book, “Outliers” where he shows through many studies how very much even the month that we are born impacts our lives and how successful we are.

I know my limitations. I also know that God is all knowing.

I do not know how old my child should be so that they can meet the person who is to be their future spouse. I do not know what events in history are going to occur while my children are alive. The age a person is when events occur changes how those events affect them. I do not know my child’s specific mission in life before they are born.

There are so many factors that will affect my child, having to do with the timing of their birth. I really don’t want to be responsible for that.

I would really rather let God make the decision for when my children begin their journey down here. He is a lot smarter than I am. I am confident that He will make the best decision regarding the timing of my child’s coming to earth. Because I love my children, I will let go of my need to control, and let God take control.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Children or A Mission? Part 2


While visiting a lady in my ward this month, she showed me something neat her children had made her. It was a beautiful wooden plaque with one of those WillowTree carvings set on it, engraved with a sweet message from the children to their parents. Then it said, "This is YOUR missionary work:" amd it listed how many children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren they had sent on missions, and listed all the baptisms that had happened because of those missionaries, including if those baptized went on missions themselves. Those were some big numbers. Talk about impact! If you want to spread the gospel--try having children!

Our family had a neat missionary experience the other night. My 4 year old daughter was listening to a CD of me singing her songs while she tried to fall asleep. I had specifically chosen all my favorite songs about Christ. All of a sudden, I could hear my daughter sniffling. I asked what the matter was. She said, "Mommy, I'm happy! I have tears!" I asked why she was happy. She said because of Jesus. I told her that she was feeling the Spirit. That's what the Holy Ghost feels like. A little while later I heard her sniffling again. I asked "Are you okay???" She said, "The lady just sings so beautiful!" (Dang. Poor girl. She's tone deaf. And I really thought she would get some musical talent from her Daddy's side of the family. I sound really, really bad. At this point it was really hard for me not to laugh out loud, she was so cute!) Then she said, "The Spirit is just so strong!" It was the neatest thing to see my daughters little testimony begin to grow. I told my husband about the experience and he said, "This is why we have children."

Saturday, March 16, 2013

I Would Gather Children

Some would gather money
Along the path of life
Some would gather roses,
And rest from strife.

But I would gather children
From among the thorns of sin,
I would seek a golden curl,
And a freckled, toothless grin.

For money cannot enter
In the land of endless day,
And roses that are gathered
Soon will wilt along the way.

But oh, the laughing children,
As I cross the sunset sea,
And the gates swing wide to heaven,
I can take them in with me!
~ Author Unknown~

Tied Down by Edgar Guest

"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
With shame to speak of children so.
"When babies come you cannot go
In search of pleasure with your friends,
And all your happy wandering ends.
The things you like you cannot do,
For babies make a slave of you."
I looked at her and said: "'Tis true
That children make a slave of you,
And tie you down with many a knot,
But have you never thought to what
It is of happiness and pride
That little babies have you tied?
Do you not miss the greater joys
That come with little girls and boys?
"They tie you down to laughter rare,
To hours of smiles and hours of care,
To nights of watching and to fears;
Sometimes they tie you down to tears
And then repay you with a smile,
And make your trouble all worth while.
They tie you fast to chubby feet,
And cheeks of pink and kisses sweet.
"They fasten you with cords of love
To God divine, who reigns above.
They tie you, whereso'er you roam,
Unto the little place called home;
And over sea or railroad track
They tug at you to bring you back.
The happiest people in the town
Are those the babies have tied down.
"Oh, go your selfish way and free,
But hampered I would rather be,
Yes rather than a kingly crown
I would be, what you term, tied down;
Tied down to dancing eyes and charms,
Held fast by chubby, dimpled arms,
The fettered slave of girl and boy,
And win from them earth's finest joy."