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Choosing a Childcare Provider
Choosing a Childcare Provider
You’ve called and called and finally found a provider you want to meet. What now? Here are some tips to help you when meeting with a potential provider. Remember, you know what’s best for your child. Make sure...
Church Service Family Style: How a 3 Year Old Preacher & a Beagle Made Our Sunday Unforgettable
One unforgettable Sunday our church had a three-year- old preacher, an organist who could play one song, an altercation involving the offering and a visiting beagle who knocked over the pulpit. It happened this way. Our family car was down at the...
Great Christening and Baptism Keepsake Ideas
A baby's christening or baptism is a very special occasion. It is the very first step in their spiritual life so there should be as many keepsakes of the day as possible. Since the baby won't have any first-hand memories of this special day, it's up...
Learning Activities For Your Baby
Books and Babies - For babies from age 6 weeks to 1 year Sharing books is a way to have fun with your baby and to start him on the road to becoming a reader. What You Need Cardboard or cloth books with large, simple pictures of things with which...
What Sex over 60 Can Teach You About Sex under 40
Got your attention? Everyone’s favorite subject.
I’ll begin by stating again a myth that dies hard: That people over 60 [substitute your own age] aren’t having sex. Part of this is that we just don’t want to think of our parents as actually...
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I'm Finally A Baby
A True Story – Sort of
I must have sat in the pre birth station for a long time. It was massive. As far as you could see, there was nothing but seats with little TV screens. Each seat had a child in wating. One of the other kids said it looked like a big train station. Whatever that meant. I haven’t the foggiest idea what a train is.
Like all the other children, I just sat there, forever it seems, watching my new parents on my screen. Well, I hoped they would be my new parents. They were a beautiful couple. I watched them grow up, go to school and get married. I listened in as they talked about having children. ME!
But as time passed, nothing happened.
Some of the supervisors came by and asked if I wanted to be reassigned to a different couple. But I loved my mom and dad. So I sat there watching the screen, praying for something to happen.
Then one day my parents decided to go visit a “Baby Doctor”. He tested both mom and dad. He then guaranteed that for $1400 per month he would get them a baby.
Things were looking up.
So mom took the medications for month after month. She used little glass sticks to tell her when she was hot. Then she and dad kissed a lot.
But, still, nothing happened.
So they went to another doctor and he said that for $2000 a month he would get her pregnant.
Three more doctors couldn’t do anything. The last one said something about “Poly Cystic Ovaries.” Whatever that means.
Mom cried a lot after that.
My grandmother worked for someone that did business with a man who made people healthier by working on their homes. Didn’t use pills or shots. He didn’t even touch people. Just touched their homes.
So they called him.
He
told them how certain things in the home interfered with mom’s body. They talked about cleaning products, and wall paper, and sofas. He said the body can’t work right if the body is polluted by stuff in the house.
He kept using the term “Environmental Estrogens”. He said these estrogens interfered with the estrogens that were in her body already. I didn’t understand. Mom did.
He found out that their biggest environmental estrogen came from mold in their basement. Some kind of water leak, he said.
He told them, “If you can’t drink it, don’t spray it.” That was the Rule of Thumb when buying cleaning products or having someone work with your home’s environment.
So they changed their cleaning products, did things all natural, and cleaned out the mold in their home. They got all the doctor’s medicines and chemicals out of mom’s body. The people who cleaned out the mold were willing to drink their mold removal material in front of my parents. They said it tasted horrible but was perfectly safe.
They told my parents that most mold removing things did more damage to the body than the mold.
Well, two months later, the supervisor came by my seat and said “get ready.”
It was TIME!
My name is Heather. The doctors say I’m perfectly healthy.
I still remember that phrase, “If you can’t drink it, don’t spray it.”
Happy Birthday!
About the Author: Dr GW Graham 30 Years in Environmental Counseling For a newsletter on environmental health send an email to AmericanEcoDog-subscribe@yahoogroups.com DrGraham@themoldlab.com
Source: www.isnare.com
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