Elena 
What’s going on in My Domestic Church
I’m just super busy. I mean wake-up-at-4:00 a.m.- because-I-can’t- sleep type of busy!
The baby is doing great. She is growing heavier and longer. She no longer looks like a newborn (which makes me kind of sad) but more like a Gerber Baby (which I love). She will even laugh a little, but just for Noah!! (which thrills him!) She sleeps during the night and is easily entertained during the day so that’s all going well. On the nursing front I am having no problems at all – engorgement, no breast tenderness, no other painful problems. It’s all good.
I’m slowly losing the baby weight. When Raphael died I weighed in at 199. And I did not care. Now in a way that’s monumental. I had been a dancer in high school and early adulthood and I lived by the scale. Whether I was going to have a good day or a bad day was determined by my daily weigh in. My diaries at the time are frankly just boring because of my weight obsession. I was able to stay around 120 pounds until my first pregnancy. I looked OK I guess, but after I had my first baby and weighed in at 140 afterwards, I looked really good. I had stronger looking arms and a more muscular frame from Jazzercise and some weight training. I was much healthier than during my anorexic ballet years.
My downfall came with having Noah and Izzy 15 months apart. I never quite got all of Noah’s baby weight off when I found out that Izzy was on the way! Then I was too busy to really worry about it too much and when I started to go down I found out Raphael was on the way! Then the grief and depression that came from the stillbirth made me almost keep the weight on out of spite to my body. It let me down, so I was going to show it… twisted… I know. So I started out my pregnancy with Rosie about 40 pounds above where I should have, and went way up in the stratosphere – seeing numbers on the scale I never ever expected to see in my life time. And now in his mercy, God is letting me see what it’s like to be around the magic 200 mark. And ya know what… it ain’t so bad. When I was anorexic and 100 pounds I always thought of 200 as being massively obese. (of course I considered 130 to be huge as well!) But I’m actually enjoying this in a way. I have definite curves and padding. Mr. Pete says it’s very Rubinesque. I’m not saying I don’t want to lose the weight and get back into shape – I’m just saying that I’m taking it slow and enjoying the ride this time, something I have never ever done in my body the my entire lifetime… and it’s great!
Blogs for God is open for business again. I signed up and entered My Domestic Church. I had to decide what category to put it under. When I signed up the first time I went under polity, but that was just before the last presidential election. I really think I want to see this as more of a journal/opinion type of blog. So that’s where I signed on and that’s where I’m going to focus.
That said, here’s an opinion: Where did people ever get the idea that Christians were never to judge? They read this scripture a few weeks ago at mass.
” 7 “Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel; so hear the word I speak and give them warning from me. 8 When I say to the wicked, ‘O wicked man, you will surely die,’ and you do not speak out to dissuade him from his ways, that wicked man will die for [a] his sin, and I will hold you accountable for his blood. 9 But if you do warn the wicked man to turn from his ways and he does not do so, he will die for his sin, but you will have saved yourself.” Ez 33:7-9”
and you know the catechism says the very same thing!!!
1868 Sin is a personal act. Moreover, we have a responsibility for the sins committed by others when we cooperate in them:
– by participating directly and voluntarily in them;
– by ordering, advising, praising, or approving them;
– by not disclosing or not hindering them when we have an obligation to do so;
– by protecting evil-doers.
Go figure!!