AFTER MY DAUGHTER WAS BORN, many healings seemed to come easily, naturally. I had spent my months of pregnancy studying the Bible and Science and Health, which offered a storehouse of healing ideas that fed our family throughout my daughter's first months of infancy. I enjoyed a deepening understanding of our relationship to God as Spirit and Love, and was comforted by the peace of His presence during a number of short-lived challenges—colds, stomach viruses, fevers, and conflicts—all of which were eradicated quickly through prayer.
During that time, though, I ignored a petty annoyance, leaving it untreated, thinking it would simply run its course: My postpartum bleeding had hit an on-again, off-again plateau—and was not ending.
For a while I attributed this to the erratic menstrual cycles I'd grown accustomed to since adolescence. After several months, however, I became more than inconvenienced or annoyed by it—I was afraid. I felt ashamed and foolish for letting it go unaddressed for so long. I called a Christian Science practitioner, hoping she would calm my fear and treat the condition.
