Lucy Jane born April 5th...
all 6lbs 15 oz 18 in. long.
There is nothing like bringing a baby into the world, or witnessing a baby being brought into the world. I don't care how or where you do it. It doesn't matter if it is in a hospital or in a shack, with medications or without. It always has been and always will be sacred. The second that baby is delivered and their first little cry fills the air, the only possible reaction is to cry along with them. Overwhelming tears of exhaustion...joy...love...and reaffirmation that God is good.
DAY OLD CHILD
My day-old child lay in my arms.
With my lips against her ear
I whisper strongly, "How I wish-
I wish that you could hear;
"I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod)
Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
So I can tell you about God."
My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled her ear.
But a kind of light passed through her eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:
"How I wish I had a voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I forget I'd tell you of God
I left Him yesterday."
-Carol Lynn Pearson, Beginnings