Wednesday, February 12, 2014
6th Pregnancy, How Things Change
I got pulled over the other night, Joe and I had a night out of the house together. It. was. wonderful! I was driving and talking my heart out, I stopped at a green light. As I came to a stop I said, "I just stopped at a green light!" I sped up again and immediately lights lit up behind me. The police officer was very confused that I wasn't under the influence, had proper identification and stopped because I thought the light was red. I thought about telling him I finally got out of the house, away from our five kids, have another baby on the way and absolutely love spending time with my husband and my brain is only half functioning but I didn't, he kindly let me go.
I was at my doctor appointment and saw the stack of free baby magazines. I started to grab one like I used to but after glancing over the headlines
"How To Get Baby to Sleep"
"Caring For Two Under Two"
"Your First Week At Home"
I didn't pick one up for two reasons. I don't have time to read like I used to, I have read every version of those baby mag articles. I do not need those magazines because I'm an expert, but because I've learned there are no pat answers and it's easier to do what works best for me. What works best for me is always being flexible with what works best for my baby. Experience is a wonderful things and makes having a newborn so much easier and enjoyable. Each time I am so thankful that I get to experience having a newborn again, I get to love such a short season and continue to learn how to best take care of another precious baby.
Now a magazine on how to manage a household with 6 kids under ten or how to teach 3 grades with two loud toddlers tearing through the house or how to talk to my daughter about puberty, I could find time to read that! I wish there is as much intentional support for these later years as there is the first years.
A few weeks ago, I had a sinus infection and went to urgent-care. I mentioned being pregnant to the doctor and she kindly congratulated me and then asked, "Is this your first?" "It's my sixth." I replied and she physically stepped back and her jaw fell open. I have to admit that these moments are really fun!
I forget how many weeks along I am, often. There isn't time to just focus, focus, focus on this pregnancy and chart each milestone like the earlier ones. I can't tell you if my baby is the size of a grape or a plum. Some one asked me recently how far along I am and I couldn't remember. I have to go to a website often to calculate how many weeks I am, it's always exciting when I'm a week further than I thought!
One thing that does not change is the indescribable, breath taking moments of being able to see this tiny miracle of life inside me. It never gets old, never ceases any wonder, never loses it's power to remind me of how awesome God is to give us another life. It is a miracle. If anything, it becomes more wonderful with each pregnancy because I am more aware each time that these little lives are gifts and nothing I do can sustain them or earn them, nothing. Babies don't just happen, they are created by God. Humbling!
Psalm 100:3 ESV
Know that the Lord, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.