I have received so many messages; thank you, thank you. I treasure all of your good words and thank you so much. I’ve been trying to reply, to catch up on emails and blogs, and yet the days pass into one another so quickly! Is it possible that our baby is a month old already?!

I have been enjoying her oh so much. In the middle of the night we sit on the rocker that Tom’s mother sat on in the yesteryears, my feet upon a little pine stool. My back is so improved; what a blessing to be able to lift up my feet! Baby lies upon my chest with her feet tucked under her round rump, her soft and downy head under my nestling chin. Can there be anything sweeter in the whole wide wonderful world, anything at all, than a newborn babe content with her ear upon mother’s heartbeat?

Somehow our other children grew, and my memory grew rusty during the moments that stretched into years. I truly forgot. In counting the cost of another pregnancy, another "mouth to feed", another child to train up, I forgot how time stops for the swaying of a chair, the stroking of a wee head, the deep inhalation of baby perfume. I forgot the wonderment of toes the size of corn kernels, and dainty eyelashes parting for eyes to lock into mine. I forgot about the faithfulness of God to give me strength, endurance, patience, hope. Oh, how precious to be in HIS arms!

The past month seems so foreign now. The finding of a provider whilst in labor, the surgery by default (breech=Caesarean at our hospital), the eight day trial of painfully traveling the halls to get to my newborn, her wires and oxygen tubes, X-rays, EKG’s and echocardiograms, dealing with nurses of all stripes, the blow of our friend’s toddler dying in an accident, my mastitis and current lingering chest pains and of course the cherry on top of it all in throwing my back out (did I leave anything out?). Ack! It is all rubbish now. I pull my baby close into my body and inhale the utter goodness of God of making me (me!) a mother of all things, and I think and cry out to the Lord during the quietness of a 3am feeding:

“It was worth it all. It is worth what will come. Thank you, just thank you, thank you for it all. I am blessed beyond measure.”

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