I'm sitting here with you on the couch today. You are not in a very good mood. Your usual peals of smiles and laughter don't make many appearances today. You alternate half-pouts with screams of hunger and long bouts of sleep. You are teething and you are growing. Between you and me, I wouldn't trade this day for the world.
I hold you nestled in my arms today as you drink your milk from your bottle. You grab my fingers and direct the bottle in and out of your mouth, taking breaks when you need to. You know what you need to eat and when, you just can't do it yourself yet. It won't be long until you try to hold it all on your own. I look into your eyes and in the morning sun reflecting my image back at me. Today I can set my clock by your tummy: a bottle every two hours on the nose, else wailing ensues.
You need a lot of sleep today. Twice I place you on my chest as you grip my hand with yours. You turn your head, smile and drift off to sleep. You wake up in an hour only to drift back off for another one. Eat a bottle and repeat. Awake two hours and eat, sleep two hours. You don't know that I have your head close to my nose so I can drift off to sleep with your baby-soft hair enveloping my senses. Godmade pheromones are working overtime and a few tears leak out with gratitude and fear as I drift in and out of sleep with you.
"Thank you for this boy, Lord. Thank you for our time."
Our time day in and day out might be ending soon, son. Like many first-time mommies, the thought of leaving you in the hands of someone else, even someone very loving and capable, tears my heart out. I should be home with you. I'm your mommy and I was made to do this job. I was made to take care of our home and somehow entrepreneurial me has adapted to this role, even though I sneak work in here and there when daddy is home to be with you.
It's true... We should've made better choices with our finances when we were "young and stupid" so I could stay with you. But we didn't. So I suppose I hope to teach you that we make choices, son, and we have to live with them and work through them. Even when we are young and say "It won't affect me for ten years at least." That ten years comes and goes and now you have to deal. We have to deal. I hope that you learn these things and I hope that you are still a happy boy despite our choices, which, by no fault of your own, have become your reality.
God, heal my heart as I seek out to do what needs to be done. Heal my brain and my body as I process through all of these things, these feelings. Surround me with people who can help. Help me to see straight and separate truth from the lies of the enemy. Help me to be Your light to others as I wade through my circumstances. Lead the appropriate opportunity my way and set my heart to do an excellent job. And thank you for our little boy. And thank you for our time.

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I hold you nestled in my arms today as you drink your milk from your bottle. You grab my fingers and direct the bottle in and out of your mouth, taking breaks when you need to. You know what you need to eat and when, you just can't do it yourself yet. It won't be long until you try to hold it all on your own. I look into your eyes and in the morning sun reflecting my image back at me. Today I can set my clock by your tummy: a bottle every two hours on the nose, else wailing ensues.
You need a lot of sleep today. Twice I place you on my chest as you grip my hand with yours. You turn your head, smile and drift off to sleep. You wake up in an hour only to drift back off for another one. Eat a bottle and repeat. Awake two hours and eat, sleep two hours. You don't know that I have your head close to my nose so I can drift off to sleep with your baby-soft hair enveloping my senses. Godmade pheromones are working overtime and a few tears leak out with gratitude and fear as I drift in and out of sleep with you.
"Thank you for this boy, Lord. Thank you for our time."
Our time day in and day out might be ending soon, son. Like many first-time mommies, the thought of leaving you in the hands of someone else, even someone very loving and capable, tears my heart out. I should be home with you. I'm your mommy and I was made to do this job. I was made to take care of our home and somehow entrepreneurial me has adapted to this role, even though I sneak work in here and there when daddy is home to be with you.
It's true... We should've made better choices with our finances when we were "young and stupid" so I could stay with you. But we didn't. So I suppose I hope to teach you that we make choices, son, and we have to live with them and work through them. Even when we are young and say "It won't affect me for ten years at least." That ten years comes and goes and now you have to deal. We have to deal. I hope that you learn these things and I hope that you are still a happy boy despite our choices, which, by no fault of your own, have become your reality.God, heal my heart as I seek out to do what needs to be done. Heal my brain and my body as I process through all of these things, these feelings. Surround me with people who can help. Help me to see straight and separate truth from the lies of the enemy. Help me to be Your light to others as I wade through my circumstances. Lead the appropriate opportunity my way and set my heart to do an excellent job. And thank you for our little boy. And thank you for our time.

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