I had big plans for the use of this couple of hours to “myself” (I am watching my friend’s babies while they join Mama, Daddy and Kasey for Kasey’s birthday dinner) I was going to use this time to relax, eat my dinner, write and get. stuFF. DONE. But then spit up, hiccups and swaddling happened… I am not a natural born swaddler. (Do they have classes for this? Because I need them. Though, little Avi and I figured it out.)
He finally calmed down enough to fall asleep and is currently in the other room, with his big brother, where I keep poking my head in every 10min to watch his back move… (Oh, you know you’ve done it too.)
I would like to say that when the hiccups and juicy sounds started to occur I kept my cool and sat there super poised and gracefully patted his back; this is not the case. (SHHH he just made a noise) No, instead, instead I leaned him forward just in time to catch his spit up with my thigh and call Mama just to make sure juicy hiccups were the “norm.” She and his mama assured me that this was a nightly occurrence for him and that he would be out in no time.
As I sat there with him in the dimly lit living room patting his back (and starting to wonder who I was telling “It’s okay, you’re okay,” me? Or him?) I heard God whisper something to me…
“He made humans preeeetty resilient.”
He did… didn’t He?
I have not had much experience with new borns; but, I am so grateful to have the opportunity now. What an honor it is to be trusted with such beautiful blessings. (Speaking of which it’s been about 10min. one second… yup… they’re still there.) Holding that sweet baby really gave me such a feeling of appreciation for mommies and daddies.
It made me realize that one day, LORD willing, I will be doing that for my sweet babies… that it won’t matter what time, day or night, that they need me I will be there to hold them and make sure that they are alright.
As I stood there bouncing him I saw my bowl full of dinner going cold and my closed laptop and I just smiled because none of that mattered. What mattered what making sure he was okay. I thanked GOD for my amazing friends who do this every single day and what amazing parents they are (while wondering how they ever ate…). I know that when it’s time God will guide me and give me strength…
What has God whispered to you lately?
When was a time you had to take a breath and lean fully on Him?
Do you have any tips when it comes to newborns?
Until next time; I pray your day, every day, is blessed.