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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Calm (emotionally) (09/13/07)

TITLE: The Power of Prayer
By Sigrid Wilson


Being a parent is not an easy task. As we who are parents can all attest to I'm sure.

As a twenty one year old new mum, I was awkward, unsure of myself and highly emotional. There was joy and fear.

I didn't know about post natal depression or any of that stuff.
It was 1967, still in the dark ages compared to these days.
Where knowledge is almost attacking us at an alarming rate,increasing it's pace on a daily basis! What am I saying? More like hourly basis!

Home from hospital with my first born son, I had a surprise awaiting me!
My dear husband decided it would be a good idea for me to have a German Shepeard puppy dog! Yes!

That way, our son Richard and Rex the pup could grow up together.
How thoughtful of him.
Yea right!

We owned a hairdressing salon and I was expected to go back to work as well! This I did. Can you Imagine?

Oh, yes! Just take the baby with you and you can feed him and change his nappies in between clients. They will nurse him! Sure thing!

As you have probably guessed by now, Yes chaos reigned!
Tears were a daily occurance.
Did I have post natal depression? I don't know.
The doctor couldn't tell me because I had not confessed how badly I was doing. Oh no, I put on a brave face and tried to cope the best way I could.

One day whilst at home, trying wearily to breast feed with so much pain from mestitis, another new experience, something awful happened.
I was burping Richard, you know, the pat pat on the back thing.

Suddenly his feet hit my cusped hands and over my shoulder he went. Thump! Onto the polished floorboards.
No carpet to soften the blow!

Tears streaming down my face,
I lifted up my crying baby. How could a six week old baby be so strong?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", I repeated over & over as I clung to this little bundle, examining his head.

Was there any damage? what if he got brain damage? Could he get concussion? I examined him over and over to make sure all was ok. No broken bones etc.

I held him tight as I prayed and prayed. "Please God, don't let anything happen to him, please please,please."I kept praying, sobbing and sobbing whilst Richard had already stopped.

Suddenly a calm came over me. This is a calm I had not felt since before giving birth.

"Thank you God, thank you, thank you!

Thank you, for answering my prayers! I kissed and kissed and kissed Richard so much I almost smothered him poor thing!

I was so deeply humbled and gateful for the Power of Prayer and the knowledge that God actually knows me and loves me in spite of my weaknesses and my lack of calm which He brough to me when I desperately needed it.

Oh, by the way, Richard is now fourty and just fine. A well balanced man in our human society I am happy to report.

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Jan Ackerson 09/23/07
Those early days with a baby are so difficult, and you've captured exactly what they are like.

It's best to use few or no exclamation points in expositaory writing, and there are a few other punctuation issues here.

Despite the punctuation problems, you have a very appealing voice, and I enjoyed reading this.