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                Jul              
              
                17              
              
                2009              
              
            To Those Born Between 1930 and 1979
            
				      Published by thisnest  under MY OPINION 
			      
			      
              I got this email from my cousin today, and as Arsenio Hall used to say…”Things that make you go, hmmmm.”
To all the kids who survived the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s…
First, we survived being born to mothers who drank and/or smoked during pregnancy.
They took aspirin, ate bleu cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and never got tested for diabetes.
Then, after that trauma, we were put down to sleep on our tummies in cribs brightly covered with lead based paint.
We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, no locks on doors and cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we wore baseball hats instead of helmets.
As infants and children, we would ride n cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seatbelts, no airbags, bald tires, and sometimes no brakes.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank from the garden hose, not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink, between four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, REAL butter and bacon, we drank Kool-aid made with real white sugar, and we weren’t overweight…WHY?
Because we were always outside playing… that’s why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were home before the streetlights came on.
We would spend hours building go carts and bike ramps out of scraps.
We did not have Playstations, Gamecubes, and X-Boxes. There were no video games, 150 cable channels, no DVD’s, or CD’s, or surround sound. No cell phones, personal computers, internet, or chat rooms.
WE HAD FRIENDS… and we went outside and found them.
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We got spankings with wooden spoons, branches, belts, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call CPS to report abuse.
We ate worms and mud pies made from real dirt and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, did not put out many eyeballs.
Little League had try outs and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment…Imagine that!
The idea of our parents bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors ever.
The past fifty years has been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success, and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If YOU are one of THESE kids…Congratulations!
You may want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as one of these kids, and while you’re at it, forward it to your own kids so that they will know just how lucky (and brave) their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with a pair of scissors, doesn’t it?
                            
                              
      			
				
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                Jul              
              
                16              
              
                2009              
              
            A Sparrow’s Heart: “That Child”
            
				      Published by thisnest  under A SPARROW'S HEART 
			      
			      
              THAT CHILD
That child was not created one drunken night,
enclosed in some smoke, twisted around some rocks and powder.
That child is a work of the hand of God.
That child was not placed in a poisoned womb
by someone else’s husband.
That child was tearfully, yet carefully, laid in that place
by The One who already knew that child,
not by the one who would stumble across that child a month or so later.
And though the angels cried for that child
 as that child’s first hit off a crack pipe
came before precious breath itself,
and as that child floated in a drunken stupor, inside a liquid filled sac,
God smiled upon that child as He gently guided that child
into the harsh work that would become the home of that same child,
who God knew would survive it.
Donna Sparrow
                            
                              
      			
				
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                Jul              
              
                14              
              
                2009              
              
            Thank You Lord
            
				      Published by thisnest  under PRAYERS 
			      
			      
              Thank You Father God for this precious new life and, just as with the four that came before him, I ask that You protect him all the days of his life. I pray that those days and years are numerous, joyful, happy and healthy. I beg You, in the name of Your own precious Son, Jesus, keep them all safe, protected from all harm whether it be physical, mental, emotional, and especially spiritual.
I look at them, and am in awe of Your wondrous plan, that you would even find me worthy to be entrusted with the lives of these five children, Your children, loaned to me for but a time. Please give me the patience and wisdom, even in the midst of daily chaos, to remember that my time here, that our time here, is so temporary. That I must shine brightly, and with all my might, in order to help guide them along their individual paths toward You, so that when our brief time here is over, I will still have the honor of knowing them in Heaven.
Thank You, thank You, thank You Father for letting me feel the wonder of  life, five times, growing inside of me, and for the ability to feed each of them with my own body. What a miraculous creation You envisioned when You designed the woman’s body. I am so grateful to have been blessed with the experience.
In Jesus name…Amen
                            
                              
      			
				
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                Jul              
              
                10              
              
                2009              
              
            Fourth Of July Gift
            
				      Published by thisnest  under FAMILY 
			      
			      
              July 3rd 2009: So I prayed. I prayed and walked, and I walked and prayed. I came home, took a warm shower, and put on my cute, new, big mama pajamas. Then, the fun part. The Mommy and Daddy part, the husband and wife part, you know, that part God smiles upon as long as you’ve taken vows together? Well, I figured it was worth a shot (ok, probably the wrong word choice).  Besides, the odds were growing (dang it, did it again) that this may be the last time in a long time.  OK, sorry, no details for you. As he lay there, quickly falling into his regular “after the husband and wife time” coma, I rolled my big self over in order to see the clock, so many thoughts flooding my brain, wondering about the “what ifs” and waiting for the clock to strike midnight (awww, just like Cinderella).  Then there it was, my birthday, and guess what?…contraction.
July 4th 2009: Contraction? For real? I mean, no way, right?…contraction. Whoah, that was five minutes. Let me just lay here and wait…contraction. Lay here and wait? Hecks to the no, man. I got up and turned that flat iron on, just to make sure. I paced around my room, my sleeping husband completely clueless about the pains now regularly plaguing my lower abdomen. I made sure my packed bag and charged video camera were ready. Please believe I used that flat iron! Make up? Didn’t bother.
I called my sister-in-law, Olivia Shade. I had been through this so much in the last week, I really didn’t want to start making official calls yet, but I thought she could go up to the hospital with me to see if this was really it. She and I arrived about one in the morning. Contractions getting stronger now, I am dilated to a four, and completely effaced. OK, we better start making calls. “Happy birthday to me!” I would announce at the beginning of each call.  
Well, people started to arrive pretty quickly, which was a good thing cuz my contractions were now two minutes apart and growing ever stronger. My sisters, my parents, two nieces, a nephew, and then finally, my precious husband and children. They all sat and watched as the nurses struggled with my IV. Apparently I have great veins, but they roll. They ended up having to call an IV specialist (and I would be bruised for a week in all the spots they missed) and just as another painful contraction rolled up on me, and the IV lady attempted her magic, I sent one up to Heaven. “Please Lord Jesus” I begged. “I guess you said the magic words” she stated as she successfully slid that huge needle into my traumatized arm. I ended up getting the epidural, but not before I was already dilated to 9.5. I guess I could have endured the last half centimeter but I really wanted to be pain free as I tried to enjoy and share this last pregnancy experience with my family.  
He arrived, quite effortlessly and with only three pushes (I guess that’s how fifth children arrive) at 5:26am. He weighed 8lb., 10oz., and was 20.5 inches long. He has a head full of shiny, black hair and he has his daddy’s nose. Blessed and a blessing, he is a beautiful, miraculous, amazing, fourth of July gift. Like I said earlier…Happy birthday to me!
                            
                              
      			
				
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                Jul              
              
                09              
              
                2009              
              
            Revisiting Last Week
            
				      Published by thisnest  under FAMILY 
			      
			      
              Sorry, it’s been a while since I last updated. As most of you know, our baby boy arrived on my birthday, Saturday, July 4th. What a blessed day! The best gift ever, completely unwrapped, placed in my arms at 5:26 am.
As I have previously posted, there was a lot of activity leading up to my actual delivery. I was supposed to be induced two days earlier but that fell through, I had been having random contractions for weeks prior to his delivery, I was carrying so low that it felt as if I were “walking around” him, and I was as big as a barn.
Well, here’s the timeline:
I had a regularly scheduled appointment with my OB on Tuesday, June 30th, at which time my membrane was stripped and I was already dilated to a two, and we discussed all the details of the induction. I walked four miles that  night, hoping to avoid being induced and, subsequently, had contractions five minutes apart for some hours. Thought maybe this was it…nope!  I spent all day on Wednesday, July 1st, preparing for a delivery the next day…exhausting when you can’t even see your own feet!  Got what I though was my call to come in on Thursday morning (July 2nd) but, in actuality, was really being bumped from the schedule…so frustrating!  Walked another four miles and spent a lot of time rolling around on the pilates ball (ooh, so sexy) followed up by a trip to triage at the hospital to have my cervix checked one more time by my doctor. OK, now I’m dilated to a three, am beginning to thin, and she can feel my bag of waters. As I’m driving home from the hospital, I start having contractions, serious contractions, three minutes apart. I’m not even trying to go directly back to the hospital so I decided to wait for them to intensify or for my water to break. Well, that’s not going to happen because, apparently, I’m carrying inside of myself a sac-o-steel. What the heck? This goes on for hours and then…nothing, wow.
Friday, July 3rd. I wake up, feeling normal, no contractions, no leakage, nothing. Four mile walk, here I come!  Look out pilates ball, fat lady coming!  All the while I’m praying that, if it is His will, God will bring my baby into this world as soon as my birthday gets here.
To be continued…
                            
                              
      			
				
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