Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Baby #4

Where to even begin. This pregnancy has flow by, I've been so wrapped up in dealing with William and Micah's health issues I haven't had much chance to focus on this baby, but the stronger and stronger contractions that I keep getting as delivery draws nearer and nearer and reminding me that this baby will be here soon. The pregnancy has been a breeze, the time has flown by, my blood pressure had been normal, all tests have been normal, and visits with the midwife a breeze too, and movement has been often, and often visible from across the room. I wish I'd have has some sort of baby shower to celebrate this baby, but I'm thinking maybe it was better to save that opportunity for when baby is here and everyone can celebrate his or her safe arrival. I'm 35 weeks now and that gives me roughly 2-8 more weeks to go.

I'm still wondering how things will play out for the birth, will we have the right person to take care of William when it's time. Or also the right person for Micah and Tommy?

Will I be able to get Pictures done before baby arrives.

Then I recently got my baby blankets, and clothes down from the attic to realize that I have one bin that is 0-12 months clothes left, back at the beginning of 2010 I cleaned house had a garage sale and donated almost all of my baby clothes. I have one coming home outfit for a boy and one for a girl, and then we will see how it goes.

I'm nervous and excited, excited to hold a small tiny creature again, my boys are all so big, and nervous to learn where this new baby will fit in our family. I'm sure our hearts will grow, and there will be new room created. I'm hoping this transition will be smoother than the last one, when Micah and William joined. I'm praying for peace, and comfort, and a healthy baby.

I've found myself craving some of the things I enjoyed at the end of my last pregnancy, a Whole Foods Vitamin C water I remember fondly drinking it during my labor slightly frozen. I'm also praying my husband is able to get his business trip safely completed while baby stays tucked inside.

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Mother of a "Special" Child

When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all

I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough

The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good

But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too

A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.

God Choose a mother for a "Special" child

Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".

And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."