The everyday happenings of life with 2 married children, 2 college students, 1 tween, 2 children, 1 preschooler, 1 granddaughter, 2 grandchildren on the way, and a Pastor-husband.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday Morning
Smiles
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A Dream
Two nights ago I had the most vivid dream. Our whole family was at the hospital, in a conference room, sitting around a table. A doctor walked in, carrying a small, sickly baby. This is your baby, he said as he handed the baby to me. It wasn't Emma, because she was already in the room.
I cradled the baby. Soon, it was just me and the baby in the room as I continued to hold the baby close. I can almost feel that baby in my arms, even now, days later.
Sometime later Paul came in and I told him I wanted to take this baby home.
Then I woke up.
I'm not one for interpreting dreams or for trying to make sense of them. But every once in a while, I'll have a dream that will stay with me. This was one of those dreams. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if the baby in the dream was the baby I miscarried. And the more I thought about that, the sadder I became.
I've thought of that dream several times over the past few days and many times as I've held Emma, I've thought of the baby I've lost. My arms still long to hold that baby and my heart aches to know it, as I know my other children. I can't put into words how lonesome I am for that baby, that little life that I knew for only eleven short weeks.
Our house is full and our lives are blessed; yet, I long for the day when I can embrace and hold our baby that was gone too soon.
I cradled the baby. Soon, it was just me and the baby in the room as I continued to hold the baby close. I can almost feel that baby in my arms, even now, days later.
Sometime later Paul came in and I told him I wanted to take this baby home.
Then I woke up.
I'm not one for interpreting dreams or for trying to make sense of them. But every once in a while, I'll have a dream that will stay with me. This was one of those dreams. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if the baby in the dream was the baby I miscarried. And the more I thought about that, the sadder I became.
I've thought of that dream several times over the past few days and many times as I've held Emma, I've thought of the baby I've lost. My arms still long to hold that baby and my heart aches to know it, as I know my other children. I can't put into words how lonesome I am for that baby, that little life that I knew for only eleven short weeks.
Our house is full and our lives are blessed; yet, I long for the day when I can embrace and hold our baby that was gone too soon.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday Morning
Emma looked so cute Sunday morning that we had to snap a few pictures of her. She looked like a baby doll.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Emma at 6 Weeks
Emma turned six weeks old on Tuesday. Hard to believe she's getting so big so fast. She is still a great, easy, content baby. We are very blessed. She has been sleeping from about 10:30pm to 4:30am, and then back to sleep from about 5 to 9.
She started smiling yesterday! Real smiles in response to being talked to.
Clearwater
We spent the last 2 days of our vacation in Clearwater, where we lived for 11 years. We stayed with some dear friends of ours and had a wonderful time catching up. We were also able to visit with my brother and his family. The girls
Cousins
Sam playing baseball. He really whacked that ball!
Ethan and Sam being silly
Cute, silly boys
It was a nice, relaxing vacation. We enjoyed the vacation house very much, but enjoyed just as much spending time with family and friends.
Now, onto real life. We are all ready to be on some sort of a routine, and with school starting in a few weeks, that will happen. Our house has been in some sort of chaos since November, when I found out I was pregnant. We have not been "normal" since then, so we (well, at least Paul and I) are itching to get back on a regular routine.
Here's hoping it actually happens!
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