Showing posts with label breastfeeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breastfeeding. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2012

How to make a baby stop crying.


I was holding my super cranky 2 month old in my arms, as he kept fussing, crying, flapping his arms and legs all over. The only way he would take his nap if I was breastfeeding him and rocking him to sleep, as soon as I scooted away to do other 'normal mom duties', he would wake up to fuss again. So I was holding him, trying to calm him down, when my 5 year old came up, and asked why he was crying. I told her that possibly his tummy was upset. So in childish faith, she puts her hand on his tummy and in her clear voice she tells him, “May the Lord heal your tummy! Don’t worry baby, Jesus will heal you soon.” To my surprise the little one stopped crying and soon enough he fell into a quiet sleep. I was amazed! Truly only a child’s faith can do that. Try it; it may work for you as well.
So if you want your baby to stop crying, pray to God, who hears every whisper, and He will help you.
~~~Call to me and I will answer you. Jer 33:3~~~

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Sweetness indeed.

This is what Love can create.....:)

A sweet little person to love, to watch as she grows, sits up, stands up, and takes her first step. God loves it too, when we take our first steps in His direction, and He is so proud of us.


 A lesson for me to learn patience, attachment, and forgeting one self. A sweet child is a gift from heaven for us to train and cherish, and to learn the real meaning of love. For God was the first one who gave his son to us all so we can have eternal life.


A lesson for me to learn what real love is all about giving, holding, cuddling, and kissing her little toes. Because when you give, it comes back to you in abundance.


A lesson that breast feeding doesn't have to end, just because I have to go to work, and that night feedings are special time that only I can give her and that it provides me that special time to touch her little face, her chubby fingers or her soft hair. For which I am eternally thankful to God for giving me this special gift of being able to breastfeed my little baby.  Yes, sweetness indeed.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

It is so much more.


It is more than comfort,
It is more than touch,
It is more than bonding
It is oh, so much.

It is more than hugging
It is more than kissing
It is more than missing
When it is not there

It is more than food
It is more than water
It is life, their world
It is love fulfilled
Its a blessed contact
Its a pure instinct
Its what God intended,
To breastfeed my child

11.For you will nurse and be satisfied at her comforting breasts; you will drink deeply and delight in her overflowing abundance."
12.For this is what the LORD says: "I will extend peace to her like a river, and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream; you will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees.
13.As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem... Isaiah 66:11-13