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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Shadows and Light: My Dance with Depression as a Mother
As the clock ticks past midnight, the house is silent except for the soft breathing of my child, asleep at last after a day that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Here I sit, a 32-year-old mother, in the quiet of the night, grappling with the weight of an unseen adversary – depression.
The Dawn of Parenthood: Welcoming New Life
The birth of a child is often likened to a myriad of profound experiences – a miracle, a whirlwind, a challenge, and a joy unlike any other. It is a singular moment that marks the before and after in the lives of new parents. This is the story of how my life changed forever, how I met love personified, and learned the true meaning of being utterly, irrevocably responsible for another soul.
Complications during pregnancy and Childbirth for Heavier or Obese women
Weight has a significant impact on pregnancy and childbirth, and heavier or obese women may experience certain complications. Let's delve into some of these potential complications and cite examples from past studies:
Nancy ThairuPublished 5 months ago in FamiliesOut Last Goodbye
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the tranquil cemetery. As the evening breeze whispered through the trees, Lyca stood by the graveside, her heart heavy with grief. She had come to say her final goodbye to her beloved grandfather, a man who had been her rock and guiding light throughout her life.
Leisure
Leisure In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and a serene river, there existed a place where time seemed to stand still. The townsfolk had mastered the art of leisure and lived life at a pace that the rest of the world could only dream of. Here, every day was a celebration of relaxation and contentment.
Few Understand What It’s Like to Be a Widowed Parent. But We Do.
A Message from Gregg Newson, Incoming Board Chair, Hummingbird Centre for Hope It’s been said that ours is the club that no one joins willingly. When someone becomes a widowed parent, their world is turned upside down. It is a harrowing and isolating experience that simply cannot be fully understood by anyone outside of this community. While there are a multitude of organizations out there who provide a range of support services to the bereaved, only one focuses exclusively on the specific challenges faced by younger widows with children. There is simply no other organization like the Hummingbird Centre for Hope, which for ten years has offered peer-based support programming that focuses on equipping widowed parents with the knowledge, skills, and sense of community that they need to successfully navigate this incredibly complex and emotionally taxing time in their lives.
Gregg NewsonPublished 5 months ago in FamiliesThe Harmony of a Father and Daughter: The Melody of Love"
Living in a peaceful village bordered by verdant meadows and a placid river was a talented musician named Henry and his beloved daughter Emily. Henry was well-known in the village for his mesmerising tunes. He had worn hands and a kind heart. His greatest possession was his daughter Emily, who had a voice as lovely as a songbird and brilliant eyes.
Oil
Frybread had a sorrowful origin. Mealy flour, and rancid lard were the only rations our “beloved” government gave my aunts, uncles, grandparents of the past. Mixing a spoonful of the rotting fat into the mealy flour, along with water and scavenged salt to form a fluffy dough. Using the rest of the fat, they melted it down, rendering out some of the rot, dropping in neat little slabs that puff and fill. Despite being made of mealy flour, hazardously laced with weevil larvae and rancid lard, gritty from forming mold and a slippery cloy, it was food. It was something to stave off the pinch of a begging stomach. It filled my aunts and uncles' bellies, soothe the twisting ache of hunger in the babies before being abducted and “civilized” by missionaries and nuns. It was a staple. A trademark that had a disgusting, horrid history. But today, it brings stability, union, and joy.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 5 months ago in FamiliesTHE BEST CARPET CLEANERS
Carpet cleaning is a practice as old as carpets themselves. From the lush tapestries of ancient Persia to the plush wall-to-wall carpeting in modern homes, maintaining these textile floor coverings has always been a priority. Over the years, carpet cleaning has evolved from simple manual techniques to advanced machinery and eco-friendly solutions. In this article, we will delve into the science and art of carpet cleaning, exploring the methods, technology, and the benefits of maintaining a clean and healthy carpet.
What do I know?
There were only 3 of us on the prenatal ward and it was dark and eerily quiet. With each contraction, I suppressed the pain to try and stay in control of myself. I’d asked for a paracetamol at 8 p.m. and was told they would bring me some. An hour had passed and I’d been completely forgotten about. I pressed the buzzer as the pain began to intensify. “I think I’m in labour, can you check to see if I’ve dilated at all please?” I said. The midwife appeared quite old school so I assumed she was in her late 50s. I already had a feeling I wasn’t going to be taken seriously. “We started your induction at 6 p.m.,” she replied. “We won’t check you again for another 24 hours now.” However, I knew something was happening and I knew my body, so why didn’t she believe me? At around midnight, my waters broke and the same midwife came to check on me, “Oh, you’re 4 cm dilated,” she exclaimed. “I told you!” I said firmly.
Divine Del ✨🦋🧿Published 5 months ago in FamiliesHow To Nurture Emotional Intelligence in Children?
What is emotional intelligence? Well, in simple terms, it's the ability to recognise, understand, manage, and respond to one's own and other's emotions. It's a crucial skill for building strong relationships, resolving conflicts, and making compassionate decisions. So, how does this relate to young children?
Tappy ToesPublished 5 months ago in FamiliesBye-Bye Baby Bottles!
There are 3 types of babies in the world. The ones that self-ween off the pacifier (binkie, bop, whinge-corker, whatever you call it), normal or average children who ween off these two brand-new human items, and then … there’s the ones who intend on pushing you to follow through with the threat of: “I brought you into this world, I’ll take you out!” Before letting go of their right to suck on things that imitate the good portion of a woman’s boob, these last types of kids will put up a loud, persistent fight that will probably make you drive yourself to the nearest liquor store.
Hope MartinPublished 6 months ago in Families