Your recommendation about Dr. Ferguson hit home with me, because… For the last few months, I’ve been catching up on progress regarding child development from birth to age 3. As things turn out, the last four generations of mothers in my mother’s family line, knew what they could not know after all.
As they say, don’t tell them, show them, so.... Folks, google “infant and three-year-old photos” and take a good look at the size of the heads.
As folks can see for themselves, there is no way that a head the size of a three-year-old could exit a woman’s body without killing her – and the baby. Try stuffing two or more three-year-old sized heads in a woman’s body and you’ll rip her apart. Add the fact that gestation in elephants is 2-years and 1-year for horses, and its plain to see the reason that the women in my family were convinced that human gestation took years – not months. Turns out, our old wise ones were right.
Since a woman cannot deliver an infant with a fully developed brain, a whopping 80% of a child’s brain develops AFTER birth. That means that the minute an infant leaves its mother’s womb, everyone and everything around it becomes its second womb. For the next three years, someone has to take care of infants, or their brains will not reach their full potential.
I can’t help but wonder how many millions of humans born to cure cancer, bring peace to earth and take us to the stars withered away, for lack of a second womb. I can’t help but wonder how many of our current crop of mass-murdering teenagers were created the day they were born, and society denied them a second womb.
To get people started, I think this video is a good one.
The Basics with Dr. Ronald Ferguson
Video interview with Coastal Conversations
PS. There’s a new baby in our family, and now that I know what is happening, I can see – literally see – her brain developing. This new one lives in her grandparents’ home with her mother and three of her siblings ages, five, six, and eight and one other sibling who comes home from college on weekends. She’s only eight months old, but at family dinner this week, she held up her little hands and counted six fingers. One, two, three, four, five, six. Ten people smiled, cheered, and repeated her words and she did it again.
PPS. You really are Super Mrs. C to me now.
