|May 22, 2011|
Whoa belly, people!
I mean, really. How could I have not thought that I was going to have a baby the size of a 2 month old? In retrospect, I can now almost (almost!) forgive all the people who stopped me and tried to convince me that I was actually having more than one baby, despite evidence to the contrary.
This was taken the day before my induction with Baby, and of course, I did go on to have a baby the size of a 2 month old the next morning.
|May 23, 2011|
I was convinced she was a boy, so the pink hat threw me for the first couple hours.
And now? Well now, Baby is just the most darling little one year old a gal could hope for.
There's an old saying that every baby is born with a loaf of bread under each arm. I've heard it many times, and I always looked at it from a material standpoint. Meaning, even if you are poor, if you remain open to God and He sends you a baby, there will be a way to provide the necessary stuff for that baby.
Since Baby's birth, I've changed the way I look at that proverb.
I don't think it will surprise many people, at least not many people who know me or have read here for a little while, but when baby's pregnancy test was positive, I commenced the mother of all Type A Control Freak Breakdowns. I mean, I already had a 4 month old, for crying out loud.
We were fortunate enough that welcoming another baby would not mean a choice between clothing the baby or feeding my other children. We physically had the room and the means. Another baby would not mean financial ruin for us.
What I didn't have was the emotional means. It was hard for me to realize that about myself. It wasn't that I didn't want the baby, but I found it very difficult not to focus on all the things that would be so hard. My constant prayer during Baby's pregnancy was Lord, please release me from my fear.
Baby did not come with a loaf of bread under each arm. She came with such lovely things, better things, better than bread or diapers or a couple hundred extra square feet for the house. She came with love, with hope, with fortitude, with sweetness, with laughter, with joy, with grace.
She came with Heaven under her arms.
Happy, happy first birthday, Baby. Thanks for bringing just what I needed.