Just over a week ago, we welcomed our third adorable child into the world. She is gorgeous, and I’m overcome with love for her.
Birth isn’t just about her. There is so much truth to this beautiful comic. I thought I needed to share it. I’ve been sitting on it for a few weeks, because I’ve seen my amazing wife in action before, and knew it would be true. It was. She is amazing.
We’re so thankful for the many friends and family who have supported us over the last few days. You’ve loved, cared, cleaned, cooked, and simply shared our joy. And we are so grateful for your generosity and genuine love for us.
Last night we took our baby up to the hospital again. She is still well (and in fact, was by the time we arrived at hospital).
I’m so thankful that the numbers on this medical device are what they are. I’m also thankful for the wonderful healthcare system we have in this country. We are so blessed to live in Australia.
I’m reminded of how fragile life is.
I don’t think I’ve let myself adequately process the grief associated with this event yet. We’re not unfamiliar with hospital trips for very young children, but the anxiety, powerlessness and distress are gut wrenching.
Many parents have gone through worse.
We’ve gone through worse.
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less now.
But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your unfailing love.
Psalm 31:14 – 16 (NIV)