. .. I have mixed feelings about this upcoming Mother's Day...
that is because I am both father and mother.... however I will not receive any flowers or breakfast in bed...

. she will.... but I'm okay with this..
. because she is a mother..f..lol..no..
I am kidding... ...

to all you mothers... who do so much..
without any recognition at all... ...
for all those little things.... that you do.. and yes there are a lot of things that you do!.... not just for your children.. but for your friends and family and spouses as well......
. you women are the engines that drive everything.... ...
happy Mother's Day.. B it. you are male or female.... happy mother's day to you all..

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Why Thank you for your wishes :)

Thanks. Happy Mothers Day to you too! Since you're father and mother!

sure no problem.. ..
and if I can grant you any other wish just let me know! Lol.... I'm kidding of course... ..
oh my god!! hitting on mothers...
do I not have any shame..lol....

wait a minute.!!.. hot mothers need love too.... ok.. I feel better about myself now..
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Happy Mother's Day to your mom..

..aww.. Thanks.. but really it is all about you mother's....
. you did all the hard work...
us dad's. just kind of stood there and watched.... in horror....lol.... as you deliver our children....lol

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.. Thanks.. same to yours.. .. and of course you.. I guess, I don't know! ;are you a mom... ?..I should know this, I perved your profile enough times..lol..jk.

Yes I am a mom.

..yes.. I know this..lol.. .. and I also know! you are a really really good mom.. ... and hot too..

Why, thank you! And no, I am not going to wish you happy mother's day, even though you do that mother's bit as well. Sort of, you could not do the mother's thing, simply because you are a man. For instance... mothers wouldn't think about sex 24/7. Oh, chit, wait a minute ... that ain't true... Dang it!

Okay, you can't be a mom because you got gorgeous wide shoulders... chest hair ... mothers don't have chest hair.
What's that? You saying some mothers do? OMG that is gross!!

Okay, okay, tell you wot... you got dangly bits down there, mothers don't. No NO shaddup now! Don't you dare say some women do too! I am so NOT listening to you
*fingers in ear* lalalalaaa ... I don't hear you La lalaadidaaaa

Happy mother's day!
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Thank You very kindly.

And thanks to all the other Mom's and Dad's that some times do dual duty like some Mom' do as Dad's. Yea Parents!!!

Got the best Mother's Day already; Grandson is starting to rally after being very ill and son called to give the detailed update and to set a Skype date for Sunday. Yippee!!!

I'm not a mom, but I HAVE a mom...

thank you

Thanks No1! Much appreciated.

Silly....... wait your turn! Father's Day is just round the corner!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all the mothers who took on dual duty too of father/mother all rolled into one!

Thanks.

PS: 'Happy Mothers' Day' To 'All' Those 'Wonderful Women' Who Have 'Nurtured' & 'Nourished' Their Children With 'Selfless' Love Affection & Care, Even During Moments Of 'Hardship' & 'Adversities'!

Mother's love is AS warm & pure As the Unparalleled 'Beauty' Of 'Nature'!

"The power of a grieving mother. . ."



"There are no words that can adequately describe how I feel. After losing Autumn, I promised myself that I would do whatever I had to do to ensure that other families didn't have to suffer the way that we did. My hope is that with this law we can start to make a real difference and improve stillbirth outcomes here in NJ. However, this is just the beginning. I would ideally love to see the Autumn Joy Stillbirth Research and Dignity Act serve as a model for legislation to be passed in other states." - Debra Haines Vijayvergiya


"Here is Autumn Joy'��s story:"



285 grams. That is what our baby weighed when they performed the autopsy. "Baby," "dead," "autopsy" - three words that are not meant to go together.


But for me, they did. And I am not alone. Fetal demise, more commonly known as stillbirth, causes approximately 26,000 deaths a year in the United States;�� more than the deaths resulting from SIDS and congenital anomalies combined.


I have been pregnant four times and have one child. I had not heard of fetal demise until last summer, when, 22 weeks into my pregnancy, my obstetrician could not detect my unborn baby'��s heartbeat.


It started off as a regular checkup. That is, until the heart beat monitor on my belly failed to register anything. The silence was enough to make my own heart stop.


I finally heard something and I practically screeched in delight. But the doctor told me I was hearing my heartbeat, not my baby'��s. As I started to cry, she suggested that we do an ultrasound because sometimes the baby can lie in an awkward position, making it harder to detect the heartbeat.


As she called the nurse, I could feel the pounding of my heart increasing with the escalating panic in her voice. I was breathless as I stared into the black silence of the ultrasound monitor. No sign of life. It was any expectant mother'��s worst nightmare.


After repeatedly telling me how sorry she was, the doctor left me alone to make "my calls." I couldn't comprehend how, in a matter of minutes, I had gone from blissfully pregnant to having a lifeless baby inside me.


How could I pick up the phone and call my husband? What words could I possibly use to tell him our baby was gone?


My husband found me 30 minutes later, frozen on the examination table. Without much time to let this news register, we had to decide on a plan of action. The baby had to come out. My initial reaction was that I could not, would not, deliver this child. Delivering a baby was the definition of life and I could not give birth to a lifeless baby.


Before I knew it, I heard myself inquiring about an autopsy. "Autopsy"- it just rolled off my tongue. It dawned on me that if we did an autopsy, then I could find out what had happened. And finding out what happened was the only way to make sense of the senseless. It was at that moment I realized delivering the baby was my only choice.


As I waited in a hospital room, the day wore on in a blur- doctors, nurses, psychiatrists and social workers. Who knew there were so many decisions involved with birthing a "sleeping" baby? Do we want to hold the baby, do we want the baby to stay in the room, do we want pictures of the baby/with the baby, do we want hand/footprints, funeral, etc.? How did they expect us to make such decisions under such duress? For us, it was the equivalent of someone saying, "Your family member just passed, would you like us to make hand-prints in order to commemorate them?" It was an inconceivable idea that we didn't understand at the time. We said no to them all. The impending birth was more than we could handle.


About 4 a.m., I turned to my sleeping husband and informed him that it was "time." I remember the hot tears streaming down my face, feeling as if I wanted to die and the kind voices coaxing me to keep pushing.


I felt so alone, so cheated, so very broken. I felt like a failure as a wife and mother. The autopsy showed that our daughter was perfectly healthy but had died due to a stricture in the umbilical cord, which resulted in her oxygen source being cut off.


I certainly wasn't ready to face the world with what had happened. And as I quickly found out, it wasn't just me who was unprepared to handle this. The medical staff didn't know what to say or how to say it. Friends and family were unsure of how to approach the subject. I think most felt that if I looked together, I was together, reinforcing silence as the default approach in coping with the situation.


The topic of stillbirth is taboo in our society and we have a tendency to pretend it doesn't happen, so we don't talk about it. This has to change. Thousands of families endure the pain and trauma of stillbirth every year, and until we as a society acknowledge this and talk openly about it, health care professionals, friends, family and patients will remain unprepared to help their loved ones.


Federal agencies invest in research to study the causes of stillbirth and find ways to prevent deaths, yet research gaps exist. Beyond research, so much more can and needs to be done to raise medical awareness and societal acceptance that stillbirth is a very real occurrence.


The first step is to create a national standardized definition for stillbirth. States define stillbirth differently (a loss at 16 weeks is a stillbirth in Pennsylvania; but in New Jersey, it's 20 weeks), so researchers can't accurately collect data on the true extent of these births. Without good data, research efforts are compromised.


Second, we need improved and expanded training for pathologists to perform perinatal autopsies. An autopsy on a stillbirth requires very specific training, which most pathologists do not have. Without thorough autopsies, researchers are limited in the data they have for study and analysis into the causes of stillbirth.


There is also a dire need to establish more comprehensive medical and emotional support protocols for before, during and after birth for mothers and their families.


Last, increased subject-matter training for the doctor's office and hospital personnel would help ease the trauma and prepare everyone involved for the immediate and longer-term decisions and issues that lie ahead.


The healing process hasn't been perfect, but I am doing better every day. Life has returned to some kind of normal. It's definitely not what normal was before; it never could be. Too much has happened. But it is our new normal and we're moving forward one day at a time. Part of our moving forward is doing everything we can to help make sure other families who experience the trauma of stillbirth are better prepared and supported than we were.



[Congratulations to 'Debbie' and her family; husband 'Chetham', 'Maya' and 'Gavin'!]

"Remembering My Mother" [ By: "Belinda Stotler"]



My Mother seems so far away from me,
On that beautiful white shore across the sea.

Yet I remember love's soft glow upon her face,
And the feel of her touch and tender embrace.


When I am weary from the burdens I've borne,
And the path is unclear and I feel so forlorn,

I remember her loving support was always near,
And her advice made the path ahead seem clear.


When I feel there is no one who seems to care,
Or when the heartache seems too hard to bear,

I remember how she always stood by my side,
And would tenderly wipe away the tears I cried.


When there are moments of great joy and pride,
And I wish my Mother was standing at my side,

I remember she saw more than I thought I could be,
And know I owe my triumphs to her belief in me.


When I reminisce about the things she used to say,
And I miss her and think she is so far away,

I remember what she gave lives on through me,
And one day I'll see her on the shore across the sea.

Happy mothers day to all the Mommy here and outside the mingle.