Thoughts on being born

 The pregnancy with Charlie went well, towards the end of the pregnancy I was instructed to count kicks after I ate. So, I would eat food, and then place my hand on my belly and count 40 kicks, or even just 10. Towards the very end of my pregnancy I was diagnosed with preeclampsia, and so I stayed home and watched the olympics. I wanted to have the baby so bad. I ate apricots to try to move it along. At the hospital I was having strong contractions, close together and they said I would have the baby that night. 

I used the phrase "beach, beach, water, water, float, float" to calm myself and avoid drugs. At last, the baby broke through, with the 99th percentile head that ripped me to shreds. The baby was in trouble. He had severe meconium aspiration.  I kissed him on the forehead, and they whisked him away to the NICU. Had they not done that, he would have surely died that night. This is what I don't understand. How did he go on to live another 29 years? How did the body heal? And time travel up to that point? 

Yet he did. We both went home eventually, and embarked on an adventure full of pain and joy. 

Perhaps Charlie invented something. His classmates in 8th grade had voted him "Most likely to invent a Time Travel Machine".




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  1. PeaceNovember 13, 2025 at 9:35 AM

    And through all the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, you created a beautiful life, and Shepard him through life’s challenges and joy 💖

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    1. AnonymousNovember 14, 2025 at 11:38 AM

      So how then do we achieve Peace ?

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  2. AnonymousNovember 14, 2025 at 7:18 AM

    Even though this is a post about birth, I will tell you a beautiful story about death from my childhood.

    When I was a child, we had a dog named Cleo.

    Cleo was born in Egypt like me and came to Tennessee on a long and I am sure traumatic journey.

    When Cleo became very old, she started wandering off into the woods and staying there for long periods of time. One time she came back injured and so we took her to the vet. The vet said there was nothing he could do. He offered to put her down, but we took her home and she wandered off some more until one time she didn’t come home. I think she wanted to spare us the trauma of seeing her dead body. She just wanted it to go back to the earth.

    We all grieved, but especially Susan. I remember going into her room and finding her crying. I was unable to comfort her or myself as we both sought Peace.

    Still, I think Cleo is at peace like Charlie. Neither has tried to communicate, so this is what I choose to believe.

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  3. Dawn MeaseNovember 27, 2025 at 8:29 AM

    I love the picture of Charlie as a baby. Look at those beautiful smiles. I hope you can cherish all the memories of Charlie as he will always be with you. ❤️

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