Has it been a week since the last post already? Was I really that traumatized by last Thursday? Were you?
Actually, things have been smooth since then for the most part, but we are as busy as ever. I am working a little part time right now, and while it's only 11 hours over 3 days, I feel like I'm working way more. Maybe because we are still sleeping way less?
My mom is in town for ten days helping out, which has been just great. She is the brightest ray of sunshine in any room. No matter what kind of day she is having, when you interact with her, you get nothing but genuine happiness to be with you. She is so present, and has such a JOY and zest for everything life has to offer. She is and has always been an amazing role model. She is teaching Ali to swim and helping straighten and organize the mess that is our house. Man, I love my mom.
Bella's acne is gone! No scabs on her face, save a few on her left ear. The baby acne actually did a number on her ear for some reason, but it is all healing, as it always does. She just has the most beautiful face. I am mesmerized by her beauty (when she's not screaming at me).
Her foot is healing well after "the bath episode." We are using a new product called Elasto-gel on it and we like the results. You wouldn't believe the extent of the damage, though. Frankly, it is a bit intimidating how much damage she did with one heel strike. She kicked the inside of her instep, and the wound extended all the way around to the bottom of the inside of the arch in one direction, and out to the 5th toe in the other direction. All the skin just sluffed off. She hasn't slept much in the past two days and we wonder if it is because of the discomfort from the wound going through its motions.
She still eats like a champ and is up to 3 oz per feed. Mommy has been struggling to keep up her milk supply, so would you please take 30 seconds and visualize an abundance of milk filling the fridge? I remind Ang that she has provided all the milk Bella has ever needed, but we have to dip into the reserves in the freezer almost daily right now, and I can see it must be stressful being responsible for feeding your daughter, but not feeling in control of how much milk you produce. As the guy, all I can do and stand beside and support her and encourage her to take her fenugreek (and eat her oatmeal in the am). Visualize milk, please! Thanks!
I recently purchased "The Secret" on audio CD. I owned the movie a few years ago and loaned it out permanently, then got the book as a graduation present, but who has time to read? So, while I'm driving, I get a good dose of inspiration and coaching. Like anything, there are parts that are just awesome, and parts that I find a little cheesy/fluffy (like the reason all overweight people are fat is because they think fat thoughts). There are two main points that have really helped this week: Thoughts are creative, so manage your thoughts. and Visualize what you want.
Here's my little "Secret Story for the week:"
I needed to pick up my mom at the airport on Tuesday night, but was running late. I live about 5 miles away from the freeway, and the street that gets me there is a busy, main drag full of lights. It can take 6 minutes or 12 minutes to get to the freeway depending on how you hit the traffic lights. I told my mom I would meet her at the baggage claim and really intended on keeping my word, so I visualized green lights all the way to the freeway...and got them! Then, I visualized me being there at the bottom of the escalator and saw my mom coming down the escalator in my mind's eye. Finally, I visualized the exact parking space at the airport that would be closest...I've been there enough times to know exactly where that is. I saw it waiting for me, so I could deliver on my intention. Well, at the last second, I made a wrong turn pulling into the airport and went up to the roof of the parking structure by accident. I found a good spot (not THE spot) and went down the stairs and walked into the terminal. I walked right up to where everyone waits, and didn't even have to count to TEN before I saw my mom coming down the escalator EXACTLY as I saw it my mind while in the car. The best part? As we were walking out to the elevator, I looked at the very parking spot I visualized...and it was vacant! I just laughed, and told my mom the story. I have caused parking spots to be available at airports before, but not in a while. It's been nice to get my mind focused again on CREATING life, not REACTING to it.
Last but not least, I want to take this opportunity to acknowledge I had a loss of faith for a little while. You may have noticed I stopped generating the vision I created for Bella's future. Truth be told, I gave up. However, after listening to The Secret and being reminded that every single thing in existence made by humans was first a thought, then a word, I realized that I have a choice. I can choose to continue to generate a miracle in the face of reason, or I can be reasonable and give in and take what I get.
I choose to generate a miracle by declaring that one day, Bella will look back and say, " Yeah, I was born with this rare skin condition, but when they brought me home from the hospital, it went away."
Please REJOICE in GRATITUDE with me that this miracle HAS ALREADY HAPPENED, and we are just simply waiting for time to catch up!
THANK YOU for participating in the miraculous healing of Bella! We are honored to be your partners in her transformation.
May God bless you with abundance in all things this very day. Good night!
