DutchInLaw

My mind is quick to run ahead with scenarios anyway, but now that we have a baby, worry crops up so easily. Rolling over in the night, it's quiet and I wonder if Pippin is still breathing. After lying there a few more seconds, I go over and lay my hand on his chest and am reassured. Am I dressing him too warmly? Not warmly enough? What if he catches some disease when we're in the waiting room at the doctor's office? He made it through all the pregnancy months safely, but what if ultrasounds missed something? Is he getting enough to eat when he keeps falling asleep during nursing? What if I miss seeing a car and it hits us while we're out walking? What if I slip on a wet patch on the stairs and fall and crush him? Cancer. Blindness. Autism. Broken limbs. Heartbreak. Accidents. Malnutrition. Isolation. In my head, I know that even if something bad happens, God is faithful. I know that D and I are doing our best to take care of our little treasure, and t...

They say that babies wreak havoc on a schedule. We're currently on vacation, but I'm finding it ironic how often our little Pippin manages to interrupt even the loosest of plans. "I'm ready to have my lunch," I think... and then he wakes up and wants his. "Great weather for sitting on the balcony,"I say to D, only to hear noises alerting us that a certain little person has woken up and wants attention. Not to mention the last minute diaper changes and back-up bottles prepared before trips to the store or someone's house. I can't say any of this is unexpected. After growing up with multiple siblings and then spending years as a daycare teacher and nanny, I'm used to the natural disregard little people have for big people's plans. And we've been blessed to have lots of family around this summer - lots of arms to hold him so I can shower, eat a proper meal, and take naps. It's going to be interesting to see how life evolves after ...