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I am a hombie storybook

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For modern psychology, it is no longer a question that human life begins not at birth but at conception, and that the time spent in the womb is a period of incredible significance in every human life, affecting our later development and personality. 

 

The foetus is competent, already in this period it sees, hears, smells, moves, feels, experiences, discovers and interacts with its environment using its own means. Under the right conditions, using special methods that require a modified state of consciousness, we can recall these early experiences, experience what it was like to be a foetus in the womb, relive our own birth, and even more, With the help of a skilled therapist, we can correctly "recode" our memories from this periodIf life begins at conception, embryos conceived through assisted reproduction are a very different experience from their naturally conceived counterparts.

These children feel and know on a cellular level that "something else is with them", but they have no idea what it is, and as such, as they grow up, they may experience inner insecurity and mistrust. They can infer this or that from the phrases spoken over their heads in the family, but unfortunately the child's imagination often misinterprets things and takes them in a different direction. The meaning of the words flask, laboratory, injection, the child does not know the meaning or knows it from other contexts already associated with fear, which can frighten him or her and create anxiety. I have had children with fombies who, for months, had nightmares of being locked in a freezer with their brothers and sisters - they were only children at the time - and woke up terrified at night, until their parents told them about the circumstances of their conception, playfully, in a way appropriate to their age, answering their questions and encouraging them to ask more questions. When a sentence slips out of the mouth of a well-meaning friend or acquaintance, the child often blames the parents: Why didn't you say it?

And really: why not?

After all, there comes a time in every child's life when their favourite story is the story of their own coming into the world. Secrets and silences are always poisonous in a family, and a child's precise little radar detects at that moment anyway: something stinks. And if you want a baby brother or sister, he or she will most likely sit through another flask with you anyway, only this time as an outsider rather than a protagonist.

You have to say something to the questions that arise.Why are there so many touch-not-touch medicines in the fridge? What are these shots, you're not sick, are you, Mom? 

If you yourself are okay with your flask story, and you are smiling at the "what nature doesn't give you, don't force it" comments of the forum trolls, and even if you don't read these forums anymore, you will be happy to tell your child about how he or she came into your heart, your life, your family.

Welcome my latest storybook that makes this conversation easy, intimate, fun and authentic!

 

Today I received an email that took me minutes to read and look out of my head.
It was written by a reader who is about to have a four-year-old son, conceived through a fombic procedure.
For months after his birth, his mother read him the storybook I am a Fetus Baby, and then the book was lost during a move.
They missed it, thought they'd order a new one, but as is usual when moving house, another box or pair of socks turned up in the teapot weeks later, so they decided to wait a little longer to see if it would turn up.
In the end, the little boy found the book in a Duplos box while searching for an elephant.
He showed his book to his mother with natural naturalness, "Look mom, I have the book, my book!
- he shouted, happy and proud that he had found the missing book.
Delighted to have found him, they immediately snuggled up and the mother began to read the story. After they had finished reading, they rested a little longer, snuggled together like this, the little boy looking off into the distance with a thoughtful, frightened look. Then he turned to his mother and said gravely:
-You know, Mom, I tried so many times to come to you before this Doctor Uncle helped me find my way. But I never succeeded, I don't know why, something big and strong and scary blocked the way. I even thought of choosing another mum after the umpteenth try because I didn't know what to do anymore. And now I am so glad I waited for you and you are my mommy.
It rarely happens to me, but I don't know what to say, it's just a word...
But it doesn't end here.
It is also part of the story that the mother was a patient of mine years ago when she had fertility problems. She wrote the letter as if I could no longer remember a patient from many years ago, but that is not the case, all the stories, all the lives, all the people who have honoured me with their trust over the past decade and who have chosen me to help them are here with me.
To this day, I remember this mother-to-be seeing a little boy in meditation at the time, crying, sobbing, stammering, repeating:
"I would come, but I can't.I can't."
It was then that she decided to say yes to the procedure, which we had to overcome a lot of her opposition to.
We had come a long way, but she finally accepted that fombies could be the way for her to become a mother.
The little boy got help and came.
The more I work with people with endometriosis, with people with fertility difficulties, the more years of experience I gather, the more I feel like, my goodness, how much we don't know. How much we don't have the answers to.
And maybe that's a good thing.
Not everything needs a precise, accurate answer.
A little boy and his mum are cuddling up tonight over the storybook I wrote for mothers and their babies who have had a baby.
There are no answers, only an embrace, a fairy tale, a bubble of love that permeates worlds.
For me and for them, this is enough without precise answers.
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For modern psychology, it is no longer a question that human life begins not at birth but at conception, and that the time spent in the womb is a period of incredible significance in every human life, affecting our later development and personality. 

 

The foetus is competent, already in this period it sees, hears, smells, moves, feels, experiences, discovers and interacts with its environment using its own means. Under the right conditions, using special methods that require a modified state of consciousness, we can recall these early experiences, experience what it was like to be a foetus in the womb, relive our own birth, and even more, With the help of a skilled therapist, we can correctly "recode" our memories from this periodIf life begins at conception, embryos conceived through assisted reproduction are a very different experience from their naturally conceived counterparts.

These children feel and know on a cellular level that "something else is with them", but they have no idea what it is, and as such, as they grow up, they may experience inner insecurity and mistrust. They can infer this or that from the phrases spoken over their heads in the family, but unfortunately the child's imagination often misinterprets things and takes them in a different direction. The meaning of the words flask, laboratory, injection, the child does not know the meaning or knows it from other contexts already associated with fear, which can frighten him or her and create anxiety. I have had children with fombies who, for months, had nightmares of being locked in a freezer with their brothers and sisters - they were only children at the time - and woke up terrified at night, until their parents told them about the circumstances of their conception, playfully, in a way appropriate to their age, answering their questions and encouraging them to ask more questions. When a sentence slips out of the mouth of a well-meaning friend or acquaintance, the child often blames the parents: Why didn't you say it?

And really: why not?

After all, there comes a time in every child's life when their favourite story is the story of their own coming into the world. Secrets and silences are always poisonous in a family, and a child's precise little radar detects at that moment anyway: something stinks. And if you want a baby brother or sister, he or she will most likely sit through another flask with you anyway, only this time as an outsider rather than a protagonist.

You have to say something to the questions that arise.Why are there so many touch-not-touch medicines in the fridge? What are these shots, you're not sick, are you, Mom? 

If you yourself are okay with your flask story, and you are smiling at the "what nature doesn't give you, don't force it" comments of the forum trolls, and even if you don't read these forums anymore, you will be happy to tell your child about how he or she came into your heart, your life, your family.

Welcome my latest storybook that makes this conversation easy, intimate, fun and authentic!

 

Today I received an email that took me minutes to read and look out of my head.
It was written by a reader who is about to have a four-year-old son, conceived through a fombic procedure.
For months after his birth, his mother read him the storybook I am a Fetus Baby, and then the book was lost during a move.
They missed it, thought they'd order a new one, but as is usual when moving house, another box or pair of socks turned up in the teapot weeks later, so they decided to wait a little longer to see if it would turn up.
In the end, the little boy found the book in a Duplos box while searching for an elephant.
He showed his book to his mother with natural naturalness, "Look mom, I have the book, my book!
- he shouted, happy and proud that he had found the missing book.
Delighted to have found him, they immediately snuggled up and the mother began to read the story. After they had finished reading, they rested a little longer, snuggled together like this, the little boy looking off into the distance with a thoughtful, frightened look. Then he turned to his mother and said gravely:
-You know, Mom, I tried so many times to come to you before this Doctor Uncle helped me find my way. But I never succeeded, I don't know why, something big and strong and scary blocked the way. I even thought of choosing another mum after the umpteenth try because I didn't know what to do anymore. And now I am so glad I waited for you and you are my mommy.
It rarely happens to me, but I don't know what to say, it's just a word...
But it doesn't end here.
It is also part of the story that the mother was a patient of mine years ago when she had fertility problems. She wrote the letter as if I could no longer remember a patient from many years ago, but that is not the case, all the stories, all the lives, all the people who have honoured me with their trust over the past decade and who have chosen me to help them are here with me.
To this day, I remember this mother-to-be seeing a little boy in meditation at the time, crying, sobbing, stammering, repeating:
"I would come, but I can't.I can't."
It was then that she decided to say yes to the procedure, which we had to overcome a lot of her opposition to.
We had come a long way, but she finally accepted that fombies could be the way for her to become a mother.
The little boy got help and came.
The more I work with people with endometriosis, with people with fertility difficulties, the more years of experience I gather, the more I feel like, my goodness, how much we don't know. How much we don't have the answers to.
And maybe that's a good thing.
Not everything needs a precise, accurate answer.
A little boy and his mum are cuddling up tonight over the storybook I wrote for mothers and their babies who have had a baby.
There are no answers, only an embrace, a fairy tale, a bubble of love that permeates worlds.
For me and for them, this is enough without precise answers.

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