Reconcile Magazine March 2019
A Christian Magazine that is Kingdom minded. We believe that the things Jesus did are available to us today.
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Then the day came that I would go into labor. I was home alone. My parents had gone to Newcastle as usual on that<br />
particular day of the week. My back started to ache very badly so I decided to get in the bathtub and see if it would ease<br />
the pain. I hadn’t been in there long when my folks came home. I shouted for my mother and told her about the pain.<br />
She told me I was in labor and had my dad call for an ambulance. They took me to the local hospital where my son<br />
would be born a short time later. After a few stitches, I was taken to the maternity ward to be greeted by a bunch of new<br />
mothers. None of them knew my story and they quite naturally thought I would be keeping this big beautiful baby.<br />
I wanted to give my son everything I could and I knew that to breast feed a child for however long or short a time<br />
would help him. So I did that. He was a hungry little fella and I cherished every moment I held him in my arms. I<br />
wanted to make memories in my heart and mind that no one could take away from me. This baby, this wonderful,<br />
beautiful child, was my last remaining part of Paul and I was giving him away. Was I crazy? I was sure I was for a few<br />
moments then I remembered something a friend had said to me. If you love something let it go and it will come back<br />
one day. The thing in this case was my son. How was I ever going to do that? Well, a few days later I was about to find<br />
out. I was feeding my son when a nurse came into the ward and said to get him ready. The authorities had sent someone<br />
to pick him up. All I could think was my breasts are full of milk. My baby needs that milk. As I took my son off the<br />
breast, milk was flowing everywhere, but I had to get him dressed. I couldn’t fill my eyes enough, or my mind with<br />
what he looked like. I was drinking in every feature. Then all of a sudden, the nurse was back, she took my child and<br />
told me to get dressed. I was going home. I felt like I was in a whirl wind. Everything was happening so quickly. I don’t<br />
remember clearly what happened after that other than I was at home with pills to stop the milk and no son. I had gotten<br />
to be very good at hiding my feelings. I don’t think my family ever realized the heart ache I was going through. I talked<br />
a lot with my sister. I spent hours at her home talking about Paul and my baby. There were times I was sure I was<br />
driving her batty. All I could talk about was Paul and how much I missed my beautiful son.<br />
I knew I had to put that part of my life behind me. I went out and got a new job working for a company I had<br />
worked for years before. I threw myself into my work. I was good at it and had a great reputation with the owner of this<br />
huge national company. Then one day, I was pulling this box down from a high shelf and it hit me in my breast. The<br />
pain that went through me was dreadful, so on the way home I dropped by my doctors office. I was informed that I had<br />
a boil on my breast and he would have to lance it. That didn’t happen. The thing just burst from fright when I saw that<br />
little knife. The doctor cleaned me up and dressed it. Told me to put a poultice on it till the core came out and I would<br />
be fine. If it got too painful just get two bowls; one with warm and one with cool water and alternate dipping my breast<br />
in each one. What a mess! But it worked. It left a hole about as big as the head of a pin. I healed quickly and it was<br />
soon gone. I did ask my doctor how I had gotten a boil there. He said I had been through a lot of trauma in the last few<br />
months, so it wasn’t surprising. All that stress and I was trying to keep it all hidden. He said that your body gets run<br />
down when you go through some rough times and your body can break down in some way. In my case, a boil. Amazing<br />
how the devil will throw stuff at you to bring back painful memories. It was only a month since I gave my baby away<br />
and I was still suffering, but I knew I had to be strong and fight my thoughts, otherwise I would be a basket case. Those<br />
thoughts kept on coming just the same. Sometimes I was able to suppress them. Other times, if I was alone I would let<br />
the tears flow.<br />
Over the next two or three years I began to mend. I threw myself into all kinds of things. I started flying again. I<br />
worked hard I was given a store of my own to manage not far from the one I was working at. I did well at my job and<br />
was offered a deal I couldn’t refuse and was eventually given a store further away. It meant traveling a much longer<br />
distance to work on a bus and I wouldn’t get home at night till 7pm so I was up at 6 am and on the bus by 7 am. Long<br />
days. I used that time to try and put Paul behind me. I could never understand why he had never told me he was married<br />
or why he would just leave without telling me he was going. We had loved each other so much. I was at a loss. I used<br />
to try and keep myself busy on the bus by doing the Daily Telegraph crossword. But my thoughts would wander to my<br />
son. Where was he? What were his adopted parents like? Were they treating him well? Over a long period of time the<br />
pain of loss began to subside, but it never went completely away.<br />
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