Day Old Child
My day-old child lay in my arms.
With my lips against his ear
I whispered 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 his ear.
But a kind of a light passed through his 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."
Oliver is now a week and a few days old. He has been such a good baby. He eats well and is always content. At least so far, he hasn't been fussy once.
This was my first week as a mother of three. Because I am not watching kids anymore, I am excited about motherhood again. It makes such a difference in my attitude! I feel like I can give my full attention to my own kids without the distractions of other children. Some moments are still hard. Henry is the tough one right now. He has serious fits of screaming and hitting. Those aren't fun. But, because I have accepted the fact that those moments happen sometimes, and because I am SO thankful that my kids are the only ones I have to deal with, I can deal with them without losing my patience.
Jaxon has been really obedient and helpful and I appreciate that. Turning 4 years old was the best thing that happened to him! His "terrible twos" lasted from 1.5 to 3. I'm glad those are over. Only 1.5 years left to go for Henry!
Now if I could only find a good nursing bra that actually held up these jugs, I'd be on top of the world!