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A Mother’s Intuition

This is a true story that I would like to share with you. The moral of this story is never to doubt you gut feeling. I hope you find it interesting.

A Mother’s Intuition

I stood with the doctor in the long corridor of the children’s ward. My daughter lay in the narrow hospital bed sleeping fitfully a few feet away. Earlier that evening it had taken two nurses to hold her down to give her an injection to help ease the excruciating pain she was in. Four days, three doctors, no answers, I was running scared. Was my daughter going to die? Was Jesus going to take her to heaven after all?

That weekend my five-year-old daughter had spent the weekend at my Mom’s. When I went by that Sunday she had greeted me excitedly.  “Mommy, mommy I saw Jesus last night,” she said.

       “You dreamt Jesus,” I said.

     “Yes,” she replied, her face beaming.  “He came to take me to heaven.”

     The muscles in my stomach clenched.    “What happened?” I asked cautiously.

     “He didn’t bother,” she said.

     The muscles in my stomach relaxed and relief flooded my body. Her fingers clutched at my hand. What does that mean Mommy?” I looked down at her small unturned face, her innocent eyes questioning. “It means that everything is going to be okay,” I told her. That was what I had thought at the time but now I was worried sick. Was everything really going to be okay?

     Doctor Okeke standing next to me had examined a few minutes ago, before she fell asleep. The two doctors who had seen her since she fell ill on Tuesday and the one who had examined her when she arrived at the hospital didn’t know what was wrong. I hoped Dr. Okeke did.

    “What do you think it is Doctor?” I asked.

     “Worms,” he said.

     For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong. “Worms,” I repeated feeling somewhat bewildered.

     “Yes,” he said and nodded. “I think it’s worms.”  

     I shook my head. “It’s not worms,” I told him. 

     “Why,” he asked.

      “Because worms can’t cause so much pain,” I told him.

     “Yes it can,” he said. “It can cause that amount of pain.”

       I shook my head.

      “Yes it can,” he insisted.

      “I don’t think it is worms,” I repeated. “Maybe you ought to do an X-Ray.”

     He took aversion to that. His entire body stiffened. “Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” he asked in a brusque tone.

     “No,” I told him. “But my daughter is sick and you obviously don’t know what is wrong, maybe if you do an X-Ray it will show up something.

     “I am telling you it is worms,” he insisted. “I have had many cases like this before. It is worm.”

     I looked him dead in the eyes. “I don’t care how many cases like this you have seen before,” I told him. “This is not one of them.”

     He went silent. We stood on the empty corridor me, him and the heavy silence that had fallen between us. Finally he spoke. “I understand,” he said. “You are a mother and you are worried about your daughter. I know I am right but here’s what I am going to do. I am going to ask Dr. Gordon to examine her. He is the head doctor here. Let’s see what he thinks.”

      Hope surged within me. I knew Dr. Gordon well. He was a good Doctor maybe he would able to find something that the others hand missed. I thanked him profusely. “I would really appreciate you doing that,” I told him.

    As promised Dr. Gordon turned up on the ward to examine my daughter that Saturday. The excruciating pain she had been in since Tuesday had abated a bit but only because of the pain meds they were giving her.  Dr. Gordon a short thick-set man wearing a long white jacket greeting both of us warmly when he came.  Sitting in a chair by the bedside I watched as he examined her. He ruled out everything that the other doctor had already ruled it, it wasn’t her appendix… there was no pain or tenderness in that area. He ruled out her stomach and gastroenteritis… there was no vomiting or diarrhea. He could not find anything wrong.  

     Concluding his examination he looked at me and said, “Dr. Okeke is right it’s worm. I felt as if someone had taken a pan of ice-cold water and dumped it over my head. Dr. Gordon had been my last hope and now it felt as if that hope was gone. I could barely find my voice to mumble ok and watched him leave. Doctor Okeke came by a few minutes later to find out what Dr. Gordon had said. I told him he said it was worms.

      “See I told you it was worms,” he said. “I didn’t bother to argue with him, what would have been the point.

     I was feeling depressed when I left the hospital that day. A little girl who had fallen out of a tree and was admitted the day before my daughter had died. Friday night I had listened to her cries of pain as she lay in bed with one leg and one of her hand in casts. How could one die from a broken arm and leg? I wondered as they wheeled her lifeless body out of the ward. It sharply brought home the question of mortality. Children died too. I clung to my daughter’s dream. Jesus hadn’t bothered to take her to heaven so that meant she wasn’t going to die didn’t it? I felt however whatever was wrong could eventually kill her and it was up to me to figure out what it was.

        By now my entire family was worried sick; my daughter was not getting any better. I went to hospital early Sunday morning before everyone else. She lay curled up on her side under the white hospital sheet. She was still in pain but managed a smile when she saw me. I pulled back the covers told her to lie and her back. I had made the decision before coming to the hospital that I was going to do my own examination. I prayed before I started. It was just a simply prayer asking God to reveal to me what was wrong so I could tell the doctors.

     I ruled out everything the doctor had already ruled out and then I asked myself what other organ is in the lower abdominal area. I sat there pondering and then it hit me like a bolt of lightning… her bladder. When I touched that area she winced in pain and not only that she had not peed since coming into the hospital nor could she remember the last time she had peed when I questioned her. I was sure I had found my answer.

      I looked up for my daughter’s bed and as if in answer to my prayers there was Dr Okeke. He was three beds away talking with a nurse. I rushed over to them. “Excuse me,” I said. “Doctor I think it’s her bladder she hasn’t peed in days. Do you think it could be that?”

     His eyes widened and he nodded. “Yes it could be that,” he said.

    Finally I thought. I had gotten his attention; he was ready to explore another diagnosis other than his own. A few minutes later at the doctor’s instruction the nurse inserted a catheter and we stood watching bright, orange-colored looking urine flowing into a bag. My daughter’s pain disappeared like magic as soon as her bladder was emptied and she was smiling cheerfully. She was her old self again.

       Dr. Okeke turned to me. “You are a doctor,” he said, perhaps trying to make sense of how I could have picked up on something they had all missed.

    “No I am not a doctor,” I told him. He looked at me with something akin to concern in his eyes. “What happened,” he asked. “Did you drop out of med school?”

      I couldn’t help the soft chuckle, “Never been there,” I told him. “You mean you have no medical training?” His voice held a ring of disbelief.

  “None at all I told him.”  I didn’t spend years in med school. I didn’t have their medical training. What I possessed was my mother’s intuition. It was it that saved my daughter. My mind flashed back to the dream. I was right after all; Jesus hadn’t taken her to heaven everything was going to be okay.

This is a true story. I was that Mom.

*The doctor names have been changed to protect their identity.

 

 

 

News and Views

Mother Shaming Daughter on Facebook

This video of a mother scolding her daughter went viral on Facebook. Some feel she should not have done this while other believe she did the right thing. The point this mother tried to emphasize is that her daughter is only thirteen years old and is posing online in lingerie as a nineteen year old. She wanted her Facebook friends especially the men to know she was thirteen.

This mother knows the danger that befalls many teenager girls. It is way serious than many people are aware. In Jamaica for instance seven teenage girls have been murdered since the start of 2015 some of whom were pregnant at the time of their death. Girls are getting killed to cover up pregnancies. This mother’s action may very well save her daughter from taking the wrong path.

LIFESTYLE

The Making of a Mother

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime.  An Angel  appeared and said “Why are you spending so much  time on this one?”
And the Lord answered and  said, “Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands.”

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No way!”  said the Angel.
The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem.  It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!”
“And that’s on the standard model?” the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, “Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head.  They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”
The Angel tried to stop the Lord  “This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”
“But I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself  when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower.”
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”
“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”
“Will she be able to think?” asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into  this one.”
“That’s not a leak.” the Lord objected.  “That’s a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.
The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”
The Angel was impressed.  “You are a genius, Lord.  You thought of everything for this one.  You even created the tear!”
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, “I’m afraid you are wrong again.  I created the woman, but she created the tear!”

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Life and Living

Boy Reacts to News of Mothers Pregnancy

This video posted on Thursday August 28 now has more than seven million views and has received mixed reactions. To people like my self it is just an innocent video of an intelligent little boy’s reaction – as children often do – to the news that he is going to have a little brother or sister. Not surprisingly those whose mind cannot allow them to see past skin color has chosen not to see the video for what it is but instead have sought to launch a mean and racial attack on the mother. If only these people would realize that there is no joy to be found in hating others. God is a God of Love. Hate will get us no where.

Inspirational words

Inspirational Poem

 Things may not always be as bad as we think it is. Sometimes we must take the time to evaluate the situation before jumping to conclusion.

Handwriting on The Wall

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
Where is your little brother right now?
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room
He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, I love Mommy, surrounded by a heart.
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

Author Unknown

Inspirational Story

Inspirational Story

Why Women Cry

 A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up,

and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,

but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfaltering.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.

 

Parenting

Parenting

Today is my daughter’s birthday.  She is twelve years old today and already the rebellion is beginning to set in.  You know that point in time when they want to have their own way; spend too much time on the computer or watching television, wanting to stay up late on a school night when they should be in bed with the promise that, ‘I’m going to wake up early’, when you know fully well that they can’t.  She is crazy about music videos, she loves to rap and she will spend hours on the computer if you are not firm with her; once she gets in front of the computer she doesn’t want to get up and that’s where we don’t see eye to eye most of the time.  So what do you do in situations like this?  You have to set rules!  Children need rules to guide them they adapt to situations better when they know just what is expected of them.   So on school night she is allowed one hour on the computer; on weekends…well we are still trying to work that out.  The bottom line is to set rules, they might not like it, they might not think it’s fair, but in the end years from now they might thank you for it.