Can't remember if I shared a picture of this quilt I made for Baby.
It's been ready and waiting for the past few months, and its colorful rainbow
stripes make me smile and think of this special little person when I look at it.
Life gets a little more hectic with each addition which is why it feels important
for me to acknowledge each precious new life. There is not the same kind of
waiting for an eighth child as there is for a first.
Not that an eighth baby is less appreciated, just more eclipsed by daily life.
In fact, I'd say there's greater expectancy and eager anticipation in our household
because of the excitement generated by 7 big brothers and sisters!
Anyway, this bunny is the softest, most floppy and wonderful stuffed animal
I remember ever meeting! It was my sole purchase on recent introduction to
a local Anthropology store (I'm hooked!).
Adding a bow and perching him on top of the colorful pile completed my
New Baby stash with panache :-)
Baby, I hope you know how much I love you!
I'd say the sewing projects have come to a rest. I've still been chipping away
at some art projects I started a while back, and am continuing to make our
bedroom a comfortable retreat. Fluffing feathers here and there, you know.
Here is a smattering of the things I've completed for my own babe as
well as a few for his or her newly arrived friends.
It must be winter. Ha! Look at all the COLOR!
I want to thank the Lord for the sweetness of sleep. I don't remember the last time in 12 years
that I was getting over 8 hours of sleep every night, and that's what I'm getting right now.
I really thought it would be short-lived and that I was due at least a few weeks of being miserable
at night with grinding joints and the endless rolling-over process, not to mention regular
midnight treks to the bathroom.
I'd like to credit the sporadic efforts at my T-Tapp workout in the last 8 months on and
off for lack of discomfort in certain regions, and I'd like to credit my easy temper
and lack of basket-case-ness to the increased sleep, but...
The truth is, I have no idea why I'm being blessed with such a peaceful, calm pregnancy.
All I can say is wow. Thank you again Lord! It is You and only You that covers me with your hand of favor and sweet blessing!
Glory is His alone.
Today I'm 39 weeks.
I have everything I need for this new baby, including some frivolous items I'm sure we
don't need but are fun to have :-) There is a good little snow storm blowing in fresh
white drifts tonight, and with a pantry and fridge well stocked I feel ready to hunker
down and dream of soon.
It may be another week or two; it could be tonight. I'm content. Ready. Eager.
Wanting Oh-so-much to be holding this baby in my arms instead of the pod-like
compartment which is fast running out of space.
Why does that little nose keep running? Aren't we done with this sickness yet?
And why do runny noses come with so much whining. Why?
I want to know.
My momma ears are falling off from the high-pitched discontent strains,
and the cacophony of coughing is wearing on them too.
Do you want to put a pillow over your head as well?
What a rude gesture to brush though your hair, when you're clearly not
feeling your best, but after a week's-worth of one nappy, unchanged 'do,
it's clear that the time has come to apply a comb.
At least get it tidied up until we brush it again next week.
I'm glad you're eating well Baby-mine.
But why can't you wait just one minute?
I'm hurrying as fast as my morning hands can go - to peel this orange,
to cut up that egg, to wipe your nose once again.
How can the sick discontents be so insatiable?
There is virtually nothing that will pacify. Except hugs eh?
Except Hugs. The kind that mean "pick me up" "sit you down, mom" and "stay here for a while more."
So we do. While it brings everything else to a dead halt, we sit and hug.
All things considered, it's a prescription I can follow in good conscience.
What is so important I can't stop really?
What's the matter with crying - let's just cry together.
This illness won't last. The sad sounds will cease. Your nose will stop running.
In one day or ten we'll look backward to this sick day from the land of the well.
And in almost as few days you'll be my "big" girl, no longer the tiniest of the troop.
So let's sit and hug, Baby.
You're still my baby today, and it's a good day for hugging.
When I thought of being a mom, I never dreamed of THIS! ~Five heart melting smiles ~never getting tired of midnight feedings ~having all the answers ~not minding dirty faces ~enjoying watching the boys eat! ~falling in love with pigtails ~appreciating overalls ~appreciating a washing machine! ~wanting to do everything better ~falling in love a million times