Cry it Out, Sleep Training: Is CIO Biblical? ~ Quotes
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“The child’s sob in the silence curses deeper than the strong man in his wrath.”
Elizabeth B. Browning
Regarding “Ferberization” of infants, (allowing infants to “cry it out” in their cribs – Ezzo-style), Dr. Lendon Smith, MD. says, “I think that this concept sounds like an abomination of what parenting stands for. I understand this is what the Third Reich advocated, because in the 30s and 40s, the Nazi idea was to rear a tough Aryan race of children who would be obedient, used to stress, and learn to rise above the pain.”
“The Nazis had blue-eyed blonde true ‘Aryans’ mate and reproduce, but the children were placed in nurseries with tough, no-nonsense nurses (like Elsa Koch) who ‘supervised’ their care. The infants were only fed and changed at set intervals. Holding and cuddling was not allowed. The children thus treated — – or not treated — – in their infancy grew up to be stupid.”
Dr. Lendon Smith, MD.
“If your baby cries, pick the poor thing up and try to find out what the matter is. Many people cannot believe that their baby could be hungry.”
Dr. Lendon Smith, MD.
“Babies NEED people whom they can trust. They need to feel secure, and I might add, and a feeling that they are wanted.”
Dr. Lendon Smith, MD.
“Now observe that when that clever harlot, our natural reason… , takes a look at married life, she turns up her nose and says, “Alas, must I rock the baby, wash its diapers, make its bed, smell its stench, stay up nights with it, take care of it when it cries, heal its rashes and sores… ?”
Martin Luther
“What then does Christian faith say to this? It opens its eyes, looks upon all these insignificant, distasteful, and despised duties in the Spirit, and is aware that they are all adorned with divine approval as with the costliest gold and jewels. It says, O God, because I am certain that thou hast created me as a man and hast from my body begotten this child, I also know for a certainty that it meets with thy perfect pleasure. I confess to thee that I am not worthy to rock the little babe or wash its diapers, or to be entrusted with the care of the child and its mother. How is it that I, without any merit, have come to this distinction of being certain that I am serving thy creature and thy most precious will? O how gladly will I do so, though the duties should be even more insignificant and despised. Neither frost nor heat, neither drudgery nor labor, will distress or dissuade me, for I am certain that it is thus pleasing in thy sight…”
Martin Luther
“God, with all his angels and creatures is smiling–not because the father is washing diapers, but because he is doing so in Christian faith.”
Martin Luther
“It’s my contention that the first introduction to wish to be dead is when mother is not there and is not available.”
Edgar Draper, M.D., LLLI Convention, 1981.
“Babies act out when they’re hungry, cold, tired. They do this for survival.”
Marilu Henner
WHAT ABOUT MINE?
Paul Westerberg
When you cried as a little baby
Mommy and Daddy let you cry
Thought that that was the best way maybe
To make you grow all strong inside
Now that you’re older
You need someone’s shoulder
To cry on
What about mine?
Growing’ up your mind was closed
For repairs for a long long time
You could feel the loneliness in your hairstyle
Just like mine
Now that you’ve grown up
You still need that shoulder
What the hell are you waiting for?
It’s mine
I promise not to chase you
Only to embrace you
I promise not to bug you
Only just to hug you all night
When you was a little baby
Mom and Dad they let you cry
They thought that’s the best way maybe
To make you all strong inside
(Were they) wrong?
Mine… What about mine?
Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Gracious, loving Savior,
Hear Thy children’s cry.
Pardon our offenses,
Loose our captive chains,
Break down every idol
Which our soul detains.
Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love;
Draw us, holy Jesus,
To the realms above.
Lead us on our journey,
Be Thyself the way
Through our earthly darkness
To the heavenly day.
Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Gracious, loving Savior,
Hear Thy children’s cry.
Hear Thy children’s cry.
I LOVE THE LORD, FOR MY REQUEST
I love the Lord, for my request
And humble plea He makes His care;
In Him through life my faith shall rest,
For He both hears and answers prayer.
Brought nigh to death and full of grief,
The Lord’s salvation I besought;
He heard my cry, and sent relief,
My soul from depths of woe He brought.
Most kind and righteous is the Lord,
Our God is merciful indeed;
Delighting ever to afford
His help to me in time of need.
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
The Lord has richly dealt with thee,
Delivered thee from death’s control,
From sin and sorrow set thee free.
Since He has freed mine eyes from tears
And kept my feet from evil ways,
Redeemed from life’s distressing fears,
With Him I walk, and Him I praise.
In my affliction and my pain,
When fears alarmed and hopes deceived,
I found all human helpers vain,
But in the Lord my soul believed.
On Another’s Sorrow
William Blake
Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d.
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan an infant fear
No no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small birds grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear
And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infants tear.
And not sit both night & day,
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
He doth give his joy to all.
He becomes an infant small.
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.
Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by.
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.
O! he gives to us his joy
That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.
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