Home is where the heart is.
I am sure many in a quiet moment can relate…
In each new birth and baby, I grew, and suffered as a part of me tried to stay the same.
Possibly this is why we do have children. To become more of ourselves.
I know after gaps between mine – 7 then 3 then 8 years between, a different mother emerged for each. I was so much older and living in such a different life with each.
This is the story of how one mother coped with change.
How she worked out how to believe and what to do…when.
It all started when I realised that I needed to know what to do when baby was ill – as he had had a father who was a chronic asthmatic and who had been ill all his life – what was I to do if his son followed suit? Allow the random medical fads to take their toll – or grow the most well he could be – into his potential and beyond?
For the sake of your children – please do what I did not – research.
At least investigate what nature would have you do first . . .
Is health found in the corruption of a baby’s brand new body? Can we do better naturally? What about leaving well alone?
Is it that vaccination damages irreparably baby’s growing brain.
Why is autism – unknown by most when Kathryn was diagnosed by her mum (when she was under one year’s old – so obvious were her cues ) so normal now?
