Boy, have we been through it these last few weeks. Bringing home a new baby is tough, but add a 4-year-old brother and a new mommy who can’t do anything because of unforeseen medical issues and you have one big party on your hands. Thankfully, as you all know, I have a wonderful, loving husband who doesn’t mind getting up with the best baby girl in the world and who overlooks the devil woman I become after taking my pain medicine. With his help, and our family and new friends, we have gotten along pretty darn well, if I do say so myself.
In the last few years, I have noticed the lack of support and kindness of those around me. Not family: I’m talking community. People just don’t seem to care about others as much anymore. It seems that our society has slowly but surely melded itself into a self-centered world of more, more, more and me, me, me. I can’t throw too many stones myself; I think we have all fallen into the trap. But I do try to be aware of what is going on around me and to lend a helping hand or a warm hug whenever I feel it’s needed. Thankfully, these last few weeks have shown me that we should not give up hope, because I have seen that those kind people are still out there. Without the help of people that I never even knew before last month, I would be up the creek, and we all know what creek I’m talking about.
Let me first start with how simple it can be to show people you care. For example, the day before I was to give birth our lights began flickering and giving us a fit. We called Chester Electric and the wonderful Mr. Jim Stokes came out first thing once he heard about the impending birth. The problem was temporarily resolved and we planned to get it all taken care of after the baby was born. A week after the birth, I got a phone call from Mr. Stokes to see when a good time to come out would be; he asked the kindest question of any new mother: “What time does the baby get up? We don’t want to wake her.” That one extremely considerate question cemented my life-long commitment to Chester Electric for all of my electricity needs.
My second example would be my wonderful, lovely and kind home healthcare nurses. Because of my incision rupture, (I know it sounds gross, and it is.) I have to have home health come everyday to tend to my wound. I see a doctor once a week and every other day I have the two most generous women take care of me. Becki and Suzanne have become my avenging angels. They make sure everything is as it should be, and if it’s not they are on that phone with a doctor before you can say “baby spit up.” The All About Care home health business has gone above and beyond my expectations, and with all of the emotions that go along with having a new baby and unforeseen issues that are painful, you need someone to be kind so you don’t go insane.
I wanted to share this with y’all because the kindness of strangers goes a long way for most people. We never know who is in need of a hug, a smile or even a “Good morning.” It could make a person’s day. If it were not for these folks and their kindness, I would probably still be a blubbering mess with flickering lights and a headache the size of Texas. Now, I can be well on my way to healing, mothering and loving these moments with my family.
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