In a way, it’s SO hard to believe four weeks have passed…. and in another way it seems like Susannah has always been a part of our family.
And after getting twelve minutes of sleep the past four weeks, I have serious doubts that I will feel really, truly rested ever again.
Having a newborn is HARD…. who the heck knew?!?! I don’t understand why God had to make it so.
I mean, I know all about Eve, and I GET why the childbirth part had to be hard… but why couldn’t God just let them sleep eight hours at night starting on day one? And why couldn’t the eating part be easier? Why did THAT part have to be hard too? And the crying, and the gas, the burps that are impossible to get OUT, and the… engorgement. OUCH.
And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
I’m not complaining though. I KNOW how blessed I am… I remember that every single time I see her, hold her, smell her fuzzy peach-fuzz, baby-smelling head, or even hear her shrieks in the middle of the night…
…OK, maybe not that last one…
At almost 40 years old, I thought this chapter had closed a long time ago. Friends my age have GRANDCHILDREN, or are darn close to it. I feel so incredibly blessed to have another chance… and she was SO unplanned and unexpected, it was nothing but a gift from God, for sure… far better than we could have asked for or even imagined.
His reward, like the Word says.
And I don’t know how I got so lucky.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hold her and smell her head…