Baby Showers are an amazing celebration of a beautiful baby to come. It is time to support the new mother and provide much needed and oh so cute items for the baby. It is a time to swap stories about how other children were born and what it was like to have the doctor put your child in your arms for the first time.
Why then does it bring up so much pain for me? I have an amazing birth story to tell with my first but with this amazing story comes with so much pain and right now I cannot seperate the two feelings. My family baby shower was set for the middle of May. Sophia was born on April 25th. I decided to go ahead and go through with the shower even though we did not know what Sophia's future held at that time. I was amazed that everyone showed up bringing amazing gifts for a child who we did know whether God would keep her here with us or take her heaven. It was touching yet so painful to open up presents, praying that my little girl would be able to wear that or be able to use that cute towel after a bath.
After the baby shower, I went back to the NICU and told Sophia about all the wonderful things she got. The many, many dresses that Pam got her to the beautiful crib her Papa made her to the hand made blankets to the much needed diaper pail.
Oh, then there is birth stories. How I wish, I could have held Sophia like I see it happen on TV! I finally got to hold my baby girl, ten days later. It was great and beautiful. I was in awe that Sophia was such a fighter and I was so, so proud of her.
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| The first time I got to hold Sophia! |
In Sophia's story, there are incredible moments of joy and there are incredible moments of pain. Right now those are intertwined. Yet, I am so incredibly blessed that the Lord decided to let us keep Sophia. I have an amazing little girl (and little boy too) who is full of love.
Lord, untangle these so that I may fully rejoice with women and their celebration of their little ones coming into this world.
