My Heart's Cry · Real and Raw

Losing My Breath

Pierce had a seizure Sunday night. He fell face first into the bathtub when it began. My husband was reading a book to him, so concentrated on making the story exciting he did not notice him topple over. 5, 10 seconds in the water? Enough to bring terrors I had never known. . .

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My Favorite Thing About Blogging

Both my kids recovered from their illness (and my son’s seizure) last week. Just in time too, for the very day both fevers left we began our move. It wasn’t a far one, a literal 2 1/2 miles south in fact. A move is still a move though, and I have been swamped. We are… Continue reading My Favorite Thing About Blogging

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Grasping at Moments

Pierce had a seizure this morning. Of all places to be, we were sitting with his pediatrician for his well check up. I had no idea he had even the slightest temperature. He was acting very sleepy, his head resting on my chest. Suddenly, he flung back, his eyes rolled, and his body began jerking uncontrollably.… Continue reading Grasping at Moments

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I am the Universal Momma

Yesterday, we were in the waiting room at the doctor’s office when the nurse popped in calling for a “Lauren.” Boston turned to me, “Oh, it is Lauren’s turn. When they say ‘Momma’ then it will be our turn!” Oh of course, we all know I am the universal momma indeed. 🙂 I was first humored,… Continue reading I am the Universal Momma

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One Word to Breathe

One word. What if you had one word to finish out this year? One word to obtain. What would yours be? My word: Content. To be content in the day to day, moment to moment living. To be content in breathing, in listening to my sweet babies breathing. Content to watch the sun set upon my beautiful life,… Continue reading One Word to Breathe

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My First World Problems

She was our waitress, the kindest waitress you will ever meet. She interacted with my little guy for a while and then turned to me, “My son is eight. . . He is still living in the Philipines with my parents.” I realized in that moment the utter triviality of my “First World Problems.” We spoke… Continue reading My First World Problems