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  • 20 Things You Would Only Know If You’ve Had A C-Section

    20 things you would only know if you’ve had a c-section..

    1. Whether you felt fear, disappointment or even relief, when you’re told you’re having an emergency caesarean it’s a big deal.

    2. Birth plan out the window, it started to feel very real seeing your birth partner all gowned up.

    3. You’ve never felt such a strong urge to move, as when they were putting in that spinal injection.

    4. As if that’s not bad enough, you have to sign a declaration “Don’t move or you might become paralysed” Totally terrifying!

    5. You’re then terrified the anaesthetic won’t work and you’re going to feel them cut you open.

    6. Then suddenly they are inside you and you didn’t even know. It’s not terrible, although weirdly it felt a bit like they were doing the washing up.

    7. Then came the shakes. No one mentioned that bit! You literally can’t stop your arms moving.

    8. Wow there was a lot of people in that very small room. Dignity was out the window.

    And After…

    9. Oh the pain! Being hit by a car pretty much sums it up.

    10. The painkillers were good, but you certainly paid for it, if ever late taking them.

    11. Why was everywhere soooooooo itchy.

    12. That first walk to the bathroom felt like a marathon. But, so much pride when you completed that shuffle.

    13. Then came the really weird wind bubbles, that actually hurt.

    14. And a shower? seriously, you felt like you should of had a medal for getting through that first time.

    15. Soft baggy joggers were your go to. Worn like Simon Cowell and on repeat for days.

    16. You really didn’t expect to still bleed so much.

    17. The scariest thing of all though, was going for a poo!

    18. Well that, or when the midwife asked to touch your scar.

    19. The scar was talked about, but why did no one warn you about the tummy shelf you’re left with.

    20. C-sections, the so called easy way out, as if!

    ♥️SHARE IF YOU’RE A C-SECTION WARRIOR♥️

    📸 FB/ Lah Lee

  • How To Shower Like A Woman

    HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:

    Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.

    Walk to bathroom wearing long robe.

    If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

    Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc..

    Get in the shower.

    Use wash cloth, long loofah,

    wide loofah and pumice stone.

    Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

    Wash your hair again to make sure it’s clean.

    Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.

    Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

    Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

    Rinse conditioner off hair.

    Shave armpits and legs.

    Rinse off.

    Turn off shower

    Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.

    Spray mold spots with Tilex.

    Get out of shower.

    Dry with towel the size of a small country.

    Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

    Return to bedroom wearing long robe and towel on head.

    If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

    HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:

    Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

    Walk naked to the bathroom.

    If you see ol lady along the way, shake wiener at her making the woo woo sound.

    Look at your manly physique in the mirror.

    Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.

    Get in the shower.

    Wash your face.

    Wash your armpits.

    Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.

    Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

    Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

    Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

    Wash your hair.

    Make a Shampoo Mohawk.

    Pee.

    Rinse off and get out of shower.

    Partially dry off.

    Fail to notice the water on floor because curtain was

    hanging out of tub the whole time.

    Admire wiener size in mirror again.

    Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, and light and fan on.

    Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

    If you pass ol lady, pull off towel, shake wiener at her

    and make the woo woo sound again.

    Throw wet towel on bed.

    If there is anyone who did not laugh at the truth behind this, there is something so very wrong with you.

    Have a great day and woo woo!!!

  • She Called Herself Worthless

    “Today I had one of the hardest experiences with my client who I am keeping anonymous, I had a 16-year-old girl come in who has been dealing with severe depression for a few years now.

    She got to the point where she felt so down and so worthless she couldn’t even brush her hair, she told me she only got up to use the restroom. She starts back at school in a few weeks but she has her school pictures today. When she walked in she told us, ‘Just cut it all off, I can’t deal with the pain of combing it out.’

    She called herself worthless for it. It honestly broke my heart and we tried everything we could to keep this child’s hair for her! At the end of the day I want this to be a lesson to people. MENTAL HEALTH is a thing, it effects people all around the world and of all ages! PARENTS take it seriously, don’t just push your kids off and tell them to get over something they legitimately can’t. A CHILD should NEVER feel so worthless to not even want to brush their hair.

    After being here 8 hours yesterday and 5 hours today we finally made this beautiful girl smile and feel like she IS worth something! Her last words to me were:

    ‘I will actually smile for my school pictures today, you made me feel like me again.’ ” ❤️

    Credit: Kayley Olsson

  • Time Is The Most Precious Gift

    The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”

    Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

    “Jack, did you hear me?”

    “Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

    “Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

    “I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

    “You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

    “He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

    As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

    The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.

    Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture…Jack stopped suddenly…

    “What’swrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

    “The box is gone,” he said.

    “What box?” Mom asked.

    “There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’” Jack said.

    It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

    “Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.

    “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

    It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

    Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

    “Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

    Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

    Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

    “Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

    Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! — Harold Belser.”

    “The thing he valued most was my time!”

    Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

    “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

    “I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

    “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

    Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100 percent true.

    1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

    2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

    3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

    4. You mean the world to someone.

    5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

    6. You are special and unique.

    7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.

    8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

    9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

    10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

    11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

    12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy.

    13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

    To everyone who read this just now….

    *”Thanks for your time.”* 😊

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  • He’s Too Old To Be In A Buggy With A Bottle

    Yesterday afternoon me & my mummy sat in the waiting room, while my big Sister had an eye test. A lady who was also waiting, looked at me and said “you’re far to old to be in that buggy and have that bottle”

    She’s kind of right I am 4 now and most of my nursery friends do not use a buggy anymore, but I’m not like most of my friends, my brain doesn’t understand the danger of roads & I still fall over a lot because I struggle with my balance and coordination due to poor muscle tone. I am working hard at the gym (occupational therapy) but my legs aren’t strong enough to walk very far yet. My special buggy helps me to stay safe.

    In regards to the “Bottle” I think the lady meant my beaker, I know I’m meant to drink out of a cup without a lid now I’m a big 4, and when I am at home I do practice drinking from one, because my Mummy doesn’t mind if I spill it all over me, but when we go out she wants my clothes to stay dry so I dont get cold & this is why I take my beaker out with me.

    Dear lady at the opictions,

    My Mummy said you probably didn’t mean to be rude, and maybe your comment was because your generation doesn’t know much about Autism. This is why she was very polite, and didn’t say much back to you.

    I was unable to say anything to you myself as I can’t say many words, but I am a very clever little boy. Even though you have been in this world for many more years than I have (and even more years than Mummy has🙊) I would like you to understand that my age doesn’t represent my ability, and please also be aware that not all disabilities are visible.

    Mummy says I do not have to justify myself to anyone but I’m not writing this for that reason. I’m doing so because I want to help educate you about Autism, and encourage you & others to ask questions instead of making assumptions that you know best. After all, it doesn’t matter how old we get, we never stop learning. Thank you for reading.

    Hugs from Byron 💛

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  • Why Working Moms Are Stressed

    In case you were wondering why working moms are stressed…. here is a run down.

    I’ve titled this 10 reasons why working mamas are the STRESSED the freak out!!!!

    1. We are late to mostly everything. Especially work, especially work. You can set 15 alarms, lay out clothes the night before and meal prep until the good Lord comes back… but inevitably their will be a meltdown or someone will have to poop and next thing ya know…. you are running 20 minutes behind speeding down the highway answering questions about where babies come from and why the earth is round?!?!?

    2. We are tired. Most nights we come home from work already exhausted with several more hours of dinner/dishes/homework/bath/bedtime routine. Not to mention the fact that one kid will take 45 mins to fall asleep while the other will wake up sixteen time in the night.

    3. We have to do laundry. Laundry. is. our. ENEMY. I folded 7 loads this weekend and I still have more….. all because I chose to skip last weekend. It is the devil and sometimes I think about just starting a bon fire in the back yard with all the clothes and just starting fresh. 😳

    4. We are hungry. We are expected to feed our children nutritious meals when there are some days I don’t even get a breakfast or lunch. (Mostly my fault) And don’t get me started on all the Pinterest lunches I’ve packed for my kids only for them to take one bite. Every time we do actually sit down to eat. Someone needs more of something and we must get up… repeat this x20 and you’ve got an average dinner in our home. 🤦‍♀️

    5. We aren’t allowed to be sick. Sick days are never really used for ourself because we never really know when the stomach bug could wipe out our entire house. Who is the one that’s gonna clean up the puke **points to self**

    6. We have to drive our kids everywhere. We have to be a Uber driver for small humans that most cry when they are buckled up and they don’t tip very well. Extracurricular activities are amazing and do wonderful things for our children but some days.. the money, the practice, and the late nights are just too much for the tiny humans and exhausted mom.

    7. We must participate in all the things. Classroom parties/field trips are wonderful and are amazing memories made with our children. But working 40+ hours a week means I sometimes can’t bake 2 dozen cupcakes or cancel an important meeting to go to a pumpkin patch. And the mom guilt is real!!!! My heart wants to volunteer for all the things… but have you seen my laundry room?!?!? Just sayin…

    8. We must look pretty. Working moms, well women in general are expected to look put together. Ever heard of contouring and fake lashes… yup that’s a thing…. that women do…. every day… who in the holy heck has time for this?!?

    9. We must keep a clean house. The house…. well it will never be clean. Like…. never. You can try with all you might for your house to look like a Chip and Joanna Gaines farm house chic Pinterest billboard but just as you are about to pack the kids up for school drop off, right when you have twenty thousand things in your hand… your kid will spill their orange juice or the dog with take a crap on your couch. (It happens)

    10. We have to work with the guilt that our children spend more time with others than with us. We are expected to work like we don’t have children and raise children like we don’t have careers. We are ALWAYS torn between excelling in our career or rocking it as a mom. The balance between the two seems non-existent. Sometimes we roll up to work while drying our tears and fighting the urge to go snatch our babies up and take them home to cuddle forever. Sometimes we roll up to the school drop off line and practically push our children out the car cause we just need two seconds of silence before we get to work.

    However, at the end of the day…. when we finally lay down…. we thank the Lord above for this beautifully chaotic life we have and pray for extra grace for the next day… cause we know we are gonna need it.

    Now to go mop the floors and do more laundry!

    Disclaimer: I was interrupted 4 times while trying to post this…. and it’s after 10pm. 🙄

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  • When Your Strong-Willed Child Isn’t Home

    When your strong-willed child isn’t home, there’s a strange quiet that enters the house.

    An eerie silence that makes you feel alone even when your other kids are near.

    There’s no one bossing you around or bringing on the tear-filled drama. And your spirited child can bring on the waterworks—tears that burst out of her eyes like being released from a dam, water pouring everywhere, soaking you and her.

    There’s no power-struggle because he needs to touch the hot stove or not wear his jacket to school in the snow.

    There’s no one trying to get a rise out of you for attention by writing on the wall and saying, “Look what I did, mommy.”

    And this side of her feels good to have a break from initially.

    But he’s much more than a loud, mischievous force to fight with all of the time.

    And that more that we often don’t acknowledge—is always missed.

    Spirited kids can be so sweet and protective of their families. My daughter is always trying to be a mommy to her baby sisters and uses words like “honey” and “sweetie” while trying to comfort them by stroking their hair. She’s also a protective lioness, and if you take a toy from any of her sisters (when it’s not her doing the snatching), she’ll come after you and make you give it back, OR ELSE.

    Strong-willed kids can be persistent in a way that benefits the whole family. She’s the one that will negotiate ice pops for all her sisters after dinner, and on the flip side, get them actually to eat dinner to get those pops.

    Spirited kids make us self-reflect. When I used to go out, I’d get embarrassed by a tantrum. Now I could care less about what people think. She has made me realize that I have to do what’s best for her and my other daughters—and if someone gives me a dirty look, that’s on them.

    Spirited kids may test the limits all of the time and be incredibly stubborn, but we forget to mention how they positively impact the entire family and our lives, for who they are.

    That’s why when they aren’t home, we feel incomplete—

    because they’re the spirit our hearts need to be whole.

    *via Living A FULL Life

  • What To Do When Your Kid Unloads…Everything

    Sometimes one kid or another comes home after school and unloads.

    Everything.

    ‘The kids at school all hate me!’

    ‘I bet I won’t play in the game on Saturday…the coach ignored me the whole practice!’

    ‘I want to go to a new school!’

    ‘It’s too hard.’

    ‘Sometimes I feel like I’m invisible.’

    ‘I’m done. Just DONE!!!’

    And immediately my brain explodes with panic and worry and fear.

    Oh, dear God! Everybody hates him? Invisible?? Doesn’t he have any friends? WHAT did that coach say to him?

    Maybe we should send him to a new school! Maybe I should set up a play date! Maybe I should call that coach and give him a piece of my mind!!

    Wait…maybe it was my kid? What did he saaaay? What did he dooooo? Is he ever going to figure out this LIFE??

    Dear God, will he be HAPPY????

    And before I know it, I launch into a lecture.

    Or say exactly the wrong thing.

    I argue. I disagree. I give advice. I try to convince my kid otherwise.

    But then sometimes, I stop myself. And I just…remember.

    I remember what it felt like to be a kid.

    Or a tween.

    Or a teenager.

    I remember walking into the cafeteria and wondering where in the world I was going to sit.

    I remember feeling awkward and chubby and greasy and uncool and just…wrong.

    I remember being left out.

    I remember the incredible pressure to get good grades and make the team and be ‘popular.’

    I remember wanting to dig a giant hole in the ground and crawl inside so I could hide myself away…unseen.

    And I remember feeling quite alone through it all.

    I was so lonely.

    And it seemed like EVERYONE else knew what they were doing.

    It seemed like all the teachers and parents and grown-ups really needed me to be happy.

    It seemed better if I got good grades and made the team and acted ‘popular.’

    It seemed best for everyone if I just…pretended.

    But I don’t want that for my children.

    I don’t want them to live a pretend life.

    I don’t want them to feel so alone.

    So, whenever my brain begins to explode while one of my kids unloads absolutely EVERYTHING wrong in his life, I try to quell all the panic and worry and fear in my voice and in my eyes.

    And I stay quiet.

    I listen.

    I repeat back all the problems swirling in my child’s brain and spilling from his mouth.

    I offer a few supportive words.

    I tell him I love him.

    I tell him I’m proud.

    And I try…

    I try to be the one place in the whole world where my child doesn’t ever have to pretend.

    I try to be the safe, loving place he can softly sink into and feel seen.

    I try to be the person he can always, always come to…

    And just be himself.

    *via Ordinary on Purpose, by Mikala Albertson

  • Alzheimer’s-How Sad Was It To Lose My Mum This Way

    For a long time, I used to think about my mom’s Alzheimer’s mostly in terms of how it affected me.

    How sad it was that she was diagnosed so young, when I was only 25 years old. How sad it was for me to lose my mom this way. How sad it was that there were so many things I would never get to do with her, milestones she would never be a part of.

    As time went on, something changed. I realized my mom having Alzheimer’s was less about me and more about her.

    To focus on the fact that Alzheimer’s took my mom away from me is a little bit selfish, right?

    What about what it has taken away from my mom? What about all of the things she never got to do or be a part of, all of the memories she has lost or never got the chance to make?

    It has taken so much away from her. This journey is not about me feeling sorry for myself and what I’ve lost. This journey is about her.

    I refuse to let her Alzheimer’s take away my love for her or my gratitude for everything she has given me in my life.

    I refuse to let it overshadow the rest of her life before she was diagnosed.

    I refuse to let it define her, to define our relationship, our time, our love.

    I refuse to let it ruin our time together as mother and daughter. I refuse to let it take that away from her, too.

    My mom does not deserve that. She doesn’t deserve any of this.

    I refuse to make the rest of her life about this horrific disease. Instead, I will make it about love.

    I will shower her with so much love for every minute she has left on this earth.

    I will love her right through to the very bitter end.

    I will show up for her. I mean, really show up for her. Purposely, mindfully, intentionally. I will make our time together about her, not me or my pain or my sadness.

    The end of her life is about her, not me.

    I will do my best to make sure she is surrounded by love and light and family, by everything that has always been the most important to her. I will make sure she knows love. True and unconditional and never-ending love.

    Her final days will not be defined by Alzheimer’s. They will be defined by love.

    And then when she is gone, I will keep loving her.

    I will keep showing up for her.

    I will keep living purposely, mindfully, and intentionally for her.

    I will do my best to live a life that does her pain justice.

    I will be her legacy.

    Because that’s what she deserves.

    *via Life, Love, and Alzheimer’s

    Photo Credit: Joseph Rago Photography

  • In The Next Decade I Will No Longer Hold My Baby

    In the next decade…

    A day will come when I can no longer hold my baby and rock him in my arms.

    In the next decade…

    A night will come where the bedtime stories are just a memory.

    In the next decade…

    I will watch one of my babies graduate from high school and wonder how it went so fast.

    In the next decade…

    I will start to see lines and grays and grace.

    I will experience the growing pains, joy, and heartbreaks and longing for the things that I didn’t know mattered so much.

    In the next decade…

    I will be one day closer to meeting my Father.

    You will be too, my friend.

    In the next decade, like this one, I am not guaranteed tomorrow.

    It’s not my given, it’s my gift.

    Friend, as we look ahead to the new decade, can we promise each other to take a breath and hold onto this one for just a moment more?

    We aren’t getting this back.

    Every hug, every bedtime story, every sweet little sloppy kiss, every dance in the kitchen, is a closer to the last one.

    May I remember this decade always as the one God gifted me motherhood, graced me unexplainable love, and left me longing for a moment more.

    And may the next decade be filled with that same grace and longing for one moment more.

    *via Katy Ursta