My Miracle Boy

My Miracle Boy


Twenty two years ago today, my labor finally truly began for the birth of my son Nicolas. He was over ten days post dates and I didn’t want an induction or another cesarean, which my daughter Alyssa, baby #4, was born by. A dear friend offered to help me stay at home as long as possible to prevent induction. I did a lot of research and lots of birthing affirmations, like “My body knows how to create a perfect, healthy baby and I will let it.” And, “My body knows how to give birth normally and I will let it.”

After bumpy road rides and some other recommended forms of self induction, my contractions finally began right about 2:00 p.m. that day. I called my friend and we began walking around the block. Alternating with sitting outside on the back patio, enjoying the weather which had become cooler finally as a thunderstorm was coming on in.

About 8:00 p.m. the storm got very close and a clap of thunder struck, breaking my waters. Now for me, every birth became longer and more difficult rather than more quickly and easier. Well, all my babies were big, ranging from 8-10 pounds.

We decided to get to the hospital at that time, for there was some meconium in the water. I labored all night long, walking up and down the halls as long as I could, and sneaking juice and crackers whenever the nurses weren’t in the room.

By about 7:00 o’clock in the morning, my doctor came to check me and decided to start IV fluids. A couple hours later they decided to start me on Pitocin. At that point I had been in so much pain for over 24 hours I asked for an epidural, even though I had hoped to have a completely natural birth.

So they did, and I dozed off for quite while. Woke to the urge to push and called the nurse, who checked me and probably figured it would take me hours to push since I had had an epidural. I pushed once and my baby’s head began to crown. So the nurse held his head back for ten minutes until the doctor arrived. Not my doctor, who had agreed to go with my birthing plan, but a doctor I had never meant before. I pushed twice and he was born, experiencing what is called a precipitous birth.

I told the doctor not to cut the life giving cord which would provide him with oxygen while he adjusted to living outside the womb, and he said in a thick Okie accent, “That’s not the way we do it with meconium.” And so he cut the cord and I swear if I had been able to move my legs I would have kicked his hands away. Then they handed my baby to an attendant, who deep suctioned him before giving him a chance to breathe. So during that process, he inhaled meconium and both his lungs burst. And they didn’t notice a thing was wrong with him while they washed him up and checked him out before giving him to me to nurse.

I tried to nurse but he couldn’t. He was breathing but would just back away and I could sense he was distressed, so I asked them to come check him out again. They took him back to the nursery and checked him out again for about twenty minutes and brought him back to me. By this point, he was already beginning to struggle to breathe, and there was no way he was going to be able to nurse. He was fighting for his life. So this time I called them and was adamant that he be checked out more thoroughly immediately, sensing this was a life threatening emergency.

They took him away and wouldn’t talk to me for hours. Every time I called, the only thing they would say was that he was very sick.

My daughter Nina drove the rest of the kids home and lit a candle and prayed, asking God for a sign that her new baby brother was going to be alright. Then she went in the back yard and a thousand birds flew by. And the day before he was born a Monarch butterfly landed on my belly and stayed there (as I sat resting on the patio behind my house in the warm sun) for about half an hour.

Those were both signs from the Heavenly realm. Signs that angels are watching over us, and especially immediately praying for intervention for a close loved one.

It wasn’t until about midnight that the doctor who saved Nick’s life came in and told us what was going on. They had to give him a chest tube twice and when that didn’t work, on a respirator. He also developed hospital acquired Group B strep septicemia, which they found out the next day. It not only got into his blood, it was in his respiratory and urinary systems. So they had him on all kinds of tubes and was strapped down because he kept yanking them out. My baby boy was a true fighter.

They told us not to touch him for it would make him excited but I insisted I must, knowing a mother’s touch can one of the most healing things for a newborn baby. They told me that was okay as long as I didn’t move my hand. So I held my hand on his little arm, or held it on his chest and looked into his hazel eyes and he looked back at me, and his eyes were clear and bright even though they had him sedated so as to not struggle so much and then another medicine to maintain his blood pressure. He told me without words not to worry, not to be afraid, that he would be okay.

His father was very supportive, as was my doctor, who arranged for me to be able to stay in the hospital for three whole days, due to the circumstances. So we stayed with Nick as much as possible, praying the whole time, and then would go to my room where I used a double Medela pump to provide colostrum for my baby. Then we would go to the chapel and weep and pray.

They told us to prepare ourselves for the worst. Fifty percent of babies who only had the Strep died, they said. And Nick was working on healing his lungs. They said the best case scenario would be that he would need to be on a respirator for at least a month.

So we prayed more, our families joining in. And at the end of his third day of life, his father’s sister and husband who is a pastor and their whole congregation were praying for Nick at the same time my mom and a spiritual group of friends were doing the same – one group in Indiana, my mom’s group in Los Angeles. Us in the middle. And right after we got back from the chapel, for we had been praying at that time too, not knowing about the timing of these serendipitous groups of people praying for our son, the nurse came running down to tell us Nicolas was breathing against the respirator, and she had already begun to turn it down. She was so joyous and we burst into tears and rushed to the nursery. His eyes had brightened even more, and we were told we could hold him the next day.

We had to go home that night, but by 5:00 a.m. I was asking if I could return to be with my baby.

The nurses loved us at that point and said yes. And there he was, respirator off, with a little hood for oxygen over him, NG tube pulled out too!

We were both able to hold him that day, and I was able to rock him and give him a bottle of my very own amazing colostrum. And the next day, I was able to finally nurse him. And my milk was already in, thanks to the powerful double Medela pump.

Next time the NICU doctor checked him, I told her we had prayed for a miracle, and she replied, “Well, it certainly worked! He is doing very well, a beautiful baby boy. He’s a fighter.” And she beamed at us.

He was transferred to the regular nursery the next day, but they kept him until he was 9 days old, a joyous day of returning home with our new baby finally. For we had pretty much lived up at the hospital with him until we could take him home.

And now he is an amazing, strong, loving, creative young man, about to turn 22 years old. Out of all of my six kids, only went through this one scary ordeal which turned into a miracle. And even though every baby is a miracle and I love all mine with all my heart, I will always call Nick Nixta Scheid my miracle boy.

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Learning to Let Go

Learning to Let Go


To learn to let go
hardest lesson of all.
So stubborn,
so damn good,
but sorry,
sorry for trying
to do it all my way.

Perfection isn’t a realistic goal
to strive for.
Excellence is grand,
but to try to be perfect
may drive you mad.

“Trying is dying”
she said to me,
And I knew not
what she meant,
for I could not let go.

But now I have let go
And the Universe
rejoices at my return.

I’ve been locked
in the prison of perfectionism
for far too long,
while waiting for
my magic carpet ride
through the skies.

Now I cast off the
shackles of pain,
of insecurity,
fears of my imperfections,
and the world or madness.

Heart and mind open wide,
I finally got the chance
to be happy.

The times I was waiting for
are now.
The one I was waiting for is me.
All is well,
all is good.

Blessed be.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, July 06, 2017

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, July 06, 2017


There has been so much going on that one day’s worth of activities are taking 2-3 days, but healing is happening! This week Kaypacha is back home in Costa Rica, and gives us sound advice for the upcoming incredibly intense Thunder Moon, our Full Moon in Capricorn on July 09. My own Mercury is in Cancer and my Pluto is in Capricorn, so I am feeling these energies and they are invigorating me, but my tendency is to become too excited when doing big projects, and then I overdo. Lifelong dance with Trickster.

Anyway, the Moon was in Sagittarius on Wednesday when the report was filmed, but moved on into Capricorn today. So the Moon will be conjunct Pluto in Capricorn opposing the Sun, Mercury and Mars all hanging out in sensitive Cancer.

Mars at 21, 22, 23 degrees Cancer is in a Yod with Saturn and the South Node of the Moon in Aquarius. Saturn is in Sagittarius, South Node of the Moon is in Aquarius, so we have a Sagitarrius-Aquarius sextile, and Mars is coming up to square it. Mars in Cancer is lazy – we want to take baths, pamper ourselves. Cancer is all about the home, the inner child. July is a great month for baking, barbecues, inviting friends over for celebrations – and then there is the clean up, which we may not feel like doing. (I have OCD, so, I get the clean up done, but we have had a lovely family celebration on the 4th).

Wednesday the Sun was square Jupiter in Libra – something which is bringing more, more, more and more. There’s a lot going on with all of us! We’re awakening, building the new world. Kaypacha offers the great advice to fine tune our gifts, develop our businesses, set our price, and detach ourselves from the system. Ecocommunities with sustainable permaculture – off the grid – and we create the new world, we creatively make a change. Of course, we have to pay the rent, have food, have transportation, upgrade the computer – there are always steps to moving forward. It can be a bit demanding, and that’s where we come to the defunct system.

It’s time to change the system. Looking at the bigger overall pictures – the Yod with Mars has to do with negative aspects or elements of society, which we need to look at, see, and address, and Saturn in Sagittarius has a new plan so that we don’t make the mistakes of our forefathers who have not met the needs of humanity.

Just like the Federal Reserve. It is an entity all of its own – yet as soon as it prints money, the government becomes more in debt. And the loans provide other loans, on and on, increasing the debt all the time. The movie Zeitgeist and its addendum are both excellent sources of information about the system and how messed up it is.

The Rothschilds, Koch brothers, and the other top elite are the ones who own a majority of the planet,and its time to stop feeding into their system.

He talks about visiting his sister up in Vancouver, who practices permaculture and has fresh reaspberries and a great vegetable garden and barely has to go shopping at all, and he goes back to Costa Rica and lives in a community that practices permaculture.

All in all, we want to feel secure, and these are not secure times. So it’s so important remain centered – the Full Moon in Capricorn has a lot to do with the crazy things going on in government. There is a lot of greed and self interest, yet those of os awakening know that we have to plant the seeds. We can’t just pretend everything is going to be okay if we just put our rose colored glasses and go from festival to festival, doing our happy dancing – we have to do the work together and create the new world community by community.

The intensity of the energy is only going to increase until the great solar eclipse in Leo in August, which is going to just be beyond comprehension.

The Full Moon in Capricon is telling us to get our butts out there – the soul groups – Pluto in Capricorn – 57 – 72 and Pluto in Scorpio 84-96.

The broken system makes people sick. They are overworked and drained, and seek alcohol drugs and other things to numb themselves. Those born in Pluto in Capricorn are a whole generation of healers (I am one too), and the Pluto in Scorpio are the Shamans and the therapists, here to help people resurrect themselves. These soul groups will be helping bringing in the Age of the Aquarius by focusing in on our gifts – dance, yoga, massage, aromatherapy, crystal therapy, whatever it is that you’re good at, and when we do this we will pull people out of their cubicles. And join the new communities, planting gardens, healing ourselves and sharing our gifts with each other.

He also brings up the awesome movie Dr. Strange, which explores parallel universes – and it is such a great analogy to what’s going on in this world – we can open up people to alternative view points and ways of looking at the world, alternative lifestyles, and show the people who are dying from living by the rules of the sick sick system will see this healing and will begin creating too. We can create positive ripples, folks (He is so excited and speaks quickly and says way much more than this and I also just add a little bit here and there because this excites me a lot), and as we pull away from the system, the system will just collapse all by itself. So let’s get creative, move into roles of leadership and healing and we don’t have to worry about violence and rebellion.

This week’s mantra: It’s time to change the system, come up with a whole new plan, that starts with me being able to see into the future of man.

Self development. Opening the awakening. Developing the creative potential. Offering it to our brothers. attracting it to our brothers and sisters away from the death defying throes of the system – some day – these seeds are going to grow into the Golden Garden of man – just like Joni Mitchell sang and Crosby, Stills and Nash sang, “got to get us back to the Garden.”

This was one of the best ever. He just gets better and better at explaining what’s going on in the stars (and I am learning more about it by watching and it and also by typing these summaries).

Kaypacha’s farewell: Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

Kami’s farewell: A’ho Mitakuye Oyasin. Love you all so much.

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, March 08, 2017

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, March 08, 2017


I am finally moving forward, getting back to my routine of typing up a summary of the Pele Report. Don’t know how three weeks passed!

This week’s mantra: My mind is spinning out of control, I need to bring it back down. For life is a process of knitting the threads of thoughts, words and deeds into one.

Today Tom shows us his awesome astrological computer program, which truly helps to see what’s going on in the stars. Lots going on! The Sun, Mercury and Chiron are all still hanging out in Pisces, the planet of spirituality, dreams, altruism and also of being way out there.

Mars and Venus and Uranus are still in Aries, with Venus having just entered the underworld Monday, her retrograde period. Mars will luckily be moving into Taurus very soon – on Friday, where he will hang out for a little over a month. Venus retrograde will stimulate the Divine Feminine in each and every one of us, while Mars in Taurus will help us ground our dreams into reality – and start making some money manifesting them.

we are headed towards the full moon in Virgo – opposite the Sun in Pisces brings up feelings of needing to make things perfect.

Lots of folks are spinning out of control – so it’s important to ground, ground, ground.

Hot baths with Epsom Salts and candlelight and lots of water are helpful.

Keep lifting each other up, my friends, we must love one another.

Kaypacha: Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

Kami: Om Namaha Shivaya. Rainbow Blessings.

He’s On His Way Home Without Me

He’s On His Way Home Without Me


One year ago today, and still I love him. Though over a thousand miles may be between us, in our hearts there is no separation. Regardless of experiences which have kept us still apart, this love is powerful and true. Hanging in there, standing strong!

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We knew this day would come.
Preparing for it kept our hearts
slightly guarded,
even though on special occasions
we secretly opened to each other
completely
with reckless abandon,
there were always thoughts unspoken,
worries about the future
swept under the rug
along with all the cobwebs
of each of our very full lives.

He’s on his way home without me,
And for now I am just doing
my best to keep breathing.
I had to be strong for both of us –
what a beautiful parting gift
were his tears,
which flowed freely down his
face as he kissed me goodbye.

And for some reason, I, who
weeps soulfully for so many reasons
on so many occasions,
held my tears back,
And waved goodbye brightly,
visualizing that
golden pyramid of Light
around him
as he walked down the stairs
one last time,
climbed into his Ford Taurus
and drove…

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Look Deep Inside

Look Deep Inside


To look deep inside
with no need to hide,
takes courage.

To face blocks and fears,
release so many tears,
requires surrender.

And here we are,
on the cusp of eclipse,
in the midst of Shift,
we are awakening.

So we remove our masks,
as in the Light we bask,
we are luminous.

And we return to Love,
which flows in from above,
we are compassionate,
we are open,
so very open.

We are so very blessed.
Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden