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Does the baby have a choice?
Does the baby get a voice?
The heartbeat that is stopped does not belong to the woman.
I heard David Hogg tweeted that he barely escaped the fire at the Notre Dame Cathedral
Just so you are clear - according to the Illinois State legislature you can change your identity or get in abortion in jr. high without your parents knowing because you're just that responsible, but you should not buy a cigarette until you are 21 because you are not
My First Real Father’s Day
I just finished reading a commentary from John Kass about one’s first Real Father’s Day. Like he said, there is that time when you know you are a father. It is something that can only sort of be imagined until it happens.
For me, as you would expect, it was the day my daughter was born, though there were some foreshadowings. I had prayed for my child daily when my wife was pregnant, but I clearly remember the day I kissed her before going to work and saw that the “baby bump” had turned sideways. I didn’t alarm anyone, but I knew from the many readings beforehand that we were likely in a breach position. A few weeks later, about 10 days after the due date, Christmas carols played at 4:30 a.m. while a light snow fell as I drove to the hospital to meet up with my wife. There was a peaceful beauty all around that tried hard to mix with the nervousness in my heart.
I had been given some advice to stay with the baby right after the delivery. As things would have it, my almost 10 lb. daughter aspirated meconium and needed to go to the NICU immediately after birth. With my wife’s blessing, I followed. What I didn’t expect was that I was told to wait just outside for what seemed probably longer than it was. My wife was to the left in the O.R. getting put back together and my daughter in the room to my right getting checked out. I was alone in this random hallway. That day, I became more than just a husband; I was a father. I started to feel the worry and even the helplessness that some dads will admit we feel while the rest of the dads silently know it deep down. Visitation was also limited due to a spike in the MERSA virus at that time. I know I talked to grandparents and relatives to let them know how things were going, cementing the notion that I was a father, but the concern always went back to my wife and child.
As the day went on, I went back and forth from my wife’s room (who still had not seen my daughter, except for digital pictures I brought in) to my daughter in the NICU. My daughter was really fine, but they had her getting IV antibiotics and sometimes in a hood for good breathing. There, in the NICU, all my singing to my daughter started paying off. I knew that she was looking at me and to me. She knew my voice and she knew I was her dad, the one constant who would be there throughout all the nurse and shift changes. I could tell that I was the one that made her feel safe. We often hear about maternal instincts, but I can assure you that certain things bring out “papa bear” instincts, as well. I became quite protective as each doctor at each shift had a different style of care. I was not pleased with the (now I know quite minor) inconsistencies and started to doubt them all. I was this girl’s dad and I was going to make sure each doctor knew what the other had said. I was her dad and her protector from all these medical people who didn’t know this girl. (A day or so later – and after some more sleep – I would realize that those instincts can make one a bit more critical.)
Meanwhile, I was no longer just a husband, but the head of a family that also had those same “papa bear” thoughts about my wife. After carrying this child for over 40 weeks, my wife had still not seen her daughter about 10 hours after the baby was born. Neither one could be moved. It was starting to really bring her down and digital pictures were not doing it. I remember going in to the nurses’ station and telling them that they had to get my wife moving; she needed to see her baby.
Finally, about 12 hours after my daughter was hurried out of the delivery room, the three of us were together and, as life tends to happen, new struggles of parenting began. It was beautiful and challenging. It still is. I know I’m not that “catalog dad” who looks all fit who seems to have time for working out and teeth bleaching treatments. No, I’m the dad who tries to spend time with my kids as best I can, despite working two jobs and going back to school so that I can get a new job and so my family can actually get health benefits. Being a father is full of stress and worry as you try to provide for your family financially and emotionally. On one hand it sucks the life out of you as you keep giving, but, on the other hand, that little smile, hug, or look from your child that says, “You are my dad. I trust you. I know you are the one who will make things OK and who loves me,” just like I got on my first real Father’s Day, lets me know I’m doing the right thing. My wife and kids seem to put more faith in me than I think I deserve in my scared little self, but I try to pretend and I keep trying to live up to it.
EP – CK (2012)
I would like to thank the media, schools, and social media platforms for trying to raise my kids for me.
But, seriously, that's OK. I've got this.
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Damon T. Cudihy, M.D.
There is a movement to rename the Dan Ryan Expressway after Barack Obama. That would only make sense if it were a toll road that you had to pay for whether you drive on it or not.
Hi I cannot afford my $3 birth control but I can afford a $300 ticket to see Michelle Obama sell her book tonight
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I am waiting for a DNA test that will help people figure out what gender they are.
Well I was wondering if you could pray for me to be delivered from devils. I see that in the Catholic church they call Mary the Queen of heaven. But God gets angry in the old testament for prayers to the Queen of heaven/worship. Do you ever think that Catholics could be deceived because God said there would be wolves in sheep clothing?
I will for you. Please feel free to pray for me, as well.
Regarding Mary, note that you asked me to pray for you. I think it is a fair assumption that Mary is in Heaven and continues to be very close to Jesus. We ask her to pray for us, as well. We are all.part of God's family. Think of the words in the prayer. We are not worshipping so.much as asking for prayers: "Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death."