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10/05/2007: "Good thoughts and tired moms"

So, Dessa woke up for no fathomable reason at 3:30 am today, screaming and inconsolable until she had a bottle. It was really weird too, because she'd had a big bottle at 7:30 pm and was in her crib and out by 8:30 pm. That's usually a hit and run that she'll go through the night with ease. She wasn't overly wet, either so I don't know what her deal was. But awake she was and we had to go through everything - change of diaper, full feeding, walking and then Daddy took over so I could try to catch an extra hour of sleep. She didn't go back to bed until 5:15 either, so nobody was all that thrilled to greet the dawn today. We'll hope for better things tomorrow.

I'm not usually one to ask for prayers or good thoughts because I'm not sure what they do, exactly, beyond spreading the word that something bad has happened. My own faith or lack thereof is a messy thing that I never talk about on this blog, mainly because I don't know what I believe so it's hard to discuss. I don't even talk about it much with Dave. My idea of God is right up there with Franny Glass's - it's Santa Claus and my own father and Jesus all mixed up. Raised Catholic, I like the ritual of the church but don't respect much else about it. As a woman I am offended by its stand on so many issues and as a human being I'm appalled by its history. My problems with the church aside, I have faith issues around the big guy upstairs. Is he a guy? Is he really that big? Why does he need me, a lowly human, to worship him? And is there an upstairs at all? These are all mere starter issues for me. Don't get me started on the deeper stuff.

But there is a comfort in knowing that people are wishing well for those you love, and it's in that spirit that I ask you to keep my goddaughter in your thoughts. She was hit by a truck earlier this week and has gone through several surgeries so far (punctured lung, plates in the thigh). The doctors say she will recover and she's very fortunate that there are no brain injuries or worse, but she has a long recovery ahead of her. Knowing that people are wishing her well will help her, and maybe that's what it's really about.

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on Monday, October 8th, Vicki said

You're goddaughter will be in my thoughts and prayers. I hope she makes a speedy recovery.