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Tuesday, November 29, 2022

The Crazy Things We Do When We Don’t Know A Simpler Way

It was just a couple weeks before the beginning of a new year—2009. We had bought a small farm just days before and had already painted the rooms and decorated it for Christmas. The next day was my husband’s birthday but it was also important for another reason—I was getting my first farm delivery. Goats. Indiana isn't warm in December and the night was cold and getting colder when Ezra and I began what would end up being more of an adventure than I had bargained for

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

And I wasn't getting just ANY goats—they were milking goats. I knew that goat’s milk could be really healthy for kids who had compromised immune systems and my adopted son, Dakota, fit that description.

He got sick at the drop of a hat—he had already had strep throat four times in the last 12 months—and I was willing to do just about anything to help him.

So, I told Tim to handle the younger kids that night while me and my oldest—Ezra—spent the evening in the barn building an enclosure for the goats that were to be delivered the next day.

Tim, being a fantastic IT guy but not much of a farmer, gladly took on the role of super dad and trundled 7 and 8 year old Dakota and Billie into the house and Ezra and I began what would end up being more of an adventure than I had bargained for.

The night was getting colder and sleet and snow had started to fall when, around 9pm, I told 11 year old Ezra to head inside while I did my best to finish driving the T-posts and unroll the fencing.

Boy, I was NOT smart that night. I should have cancelled the delivery and waited until I got help but in my typical stubborn fashion I was determined that I could put up that fence.

Ezra went inside and all but the living room light went out as the house headed to their warm beds and I struggled alone in the barn (my own choice!) working by the light of the headlights on our van. I had gotten just 3 of the 10 t-posts driven successfully—one on each of the corners not bordered by a wall, when I thought I would try moving the roll of fencing over closer to the t-posts.

Mind you, the sleet was falling and the temps were dropping. By this time it was past 10pm and I was nowhere near done. I knew everyone inside was asleep-including Tim, and there was no chance of getting his help without going inside, stripping down out of my Carhartts and waking him out of his warm bed.

That was not going to happen. So I soldiered on.

About that time, as I was dragging the fencing across the floor of our pole barn, my fingers got stuck inside the roll of wires. At first I just yanked my hand to pull it out but, like a Chinese finger trap, my finger got more and more entangled the more I pulled.

About two minutes into this I realized I wasn’t getting out of this predicament without some serious wire cutters. Problem was, I was unable to pull the big roll of fencing across the floor without possibly breaking my finger.

With the wind picking up outside and blowing tiny pieces of ice through the wide open sliding doors of the barn and the threat of below zero temperatures quickly bearing down on me, I struggled to untangle my cell phone from the inside pocket of my coat.

I finally managed to pull it out and I called Tim. The thing is, Tim has always slept very hard.

Once, after he had worked third shift and had been in bed about two hours, a car ran through the fence outside our bedroom window, almost colliding with the side of our apartment. It was SO LOUD, but he didn’t budge. 

I couldn’t wake him up then, in spite of the crash and then the sound of sirens and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wake him now. But, I did try. To no avail.
Finally, I decided I had no choice but to call 911.

AndI couldn’t wake him up then, in spite of the crash and then the sound of sirens and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wake him now. But, I did try. To no avail.
Finally, I decided I had no choice but to call 911.

I explained the situation to the dispatcher and gave them strict instructions to turn off their sirens as they entered our sub-division because it was still pretty hard to get our kids to go to sleep and there was no way I wanted them waking up!

They agreed and I waited. Soon, the flashing lights appeared on the country road leading to our small neighborhood and I breathed a sigh of relief.

They arrived quietly as requested and teased me congenially about my predicament and made fun of Tim, who was still sawing logs in his bed.

The big wire cutters came out and in no time my hand was free and then, they looked around and asked me what in the world I was doing?

I explained about the goats being delivered in the morning and the fact that I had gotten the cart before the horse, since I didn’t have an enclosure to keep them in.

So you know what they did? They picked up my tools and built my fence for me!

It took them all of 15 minutes to finish driving the t-posts and unroll the fencing. It was fantastic!

The Chesterfield fire department built my goat fence at 11 o’clock at night in the middle of what turned out to be a mild ice storm. True heroes!

So what does any of this have to do with adoption?

Simple. I know you. You would do anything for your kids. You would build a fence by yourself in the dead of winter so you could milk goats to keep them healthy.

But now I know there is a better, simpler way to keep them healthy. Homeopathy.

Back then all I had was vitamins and supplements and don’t get me wrong, they were instrumental in getting our kids off their psychotropic meds.

But if I had also known then what I know now about homeopathy I probably wouldn’t have needed to milk goats.

I would have given Dakota Calc phos 6X 2 times a day for maybe 6 months and then re-evaluated his health. It would have, along with a good diet, built his immune system and triggered his body to fight back the chronic strep that bothered him so much during those years.

And now, you can get Calc phos on Amazon for less than $10 a bottle! Or, if you need it for several months and need to save some cash, visit wellnessherbs.com.

Just another bit of advice from one mom to another that I hope you will be able to use to your benefit.

And if you are looking to learn for yourself how to care for your family, consider joining my new membership launching in January of 2024.  If you join before the end of 2023, you will get the first month free! Go to https://homeopathysupport.com/hhl

And remember mama, you are doing a great job!! Keep it up.


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Sandra is not a physician and the relationship between Sandra and her clients is not of prescriber and patient, but as educator and client. It is fully the client's choice whether or not to take advantage of the information Sandra presents. Homeopathy doesn't "treat" an illness; it addresses the entire person as a matter of wholeness that is an educational process, not a medical one. Sandra believes that the advice and diagnosis of a physician is often in order.