a faith observed: Nine days old and half a pound heavier...

Friday, January 22, 2010

Nine days old and half a pound heavier...

Grace Margaret arrived on January 13th at 7:12 am, following 12 hours of pre-labour and another 12 hours of very active labour. She's just perfect. She weighed 6 pounds 11 oz and was 20 inches long. And would you believe it, only nine days later she's already gained half a pound and has jumped from the 25th percentile for her weight to the 50th. We're very proud of our little girl who has got quite the suck on her. From the get go she's been nursing all day and sleeping all night... ahhhh, gotta love this little girl!

And Simon seems to have put on a little more weight, too! Maybe because he's been nursing a lot more.... or maybe it's the blueberry pancakes and real maple syrup that he's been cooking up in the kitchen with Grandma?

Is it just me, or do I have two gorgeous babies!?!?!

1 comment:

Judith said...: BEAUTIFUL!! GORGEOUS!! DELIGHTFUL!! I wish I could jump on a plane and be there with you. Thanks for posting - Grace is adorable and Simon looks so cute in the kitchen "cookin up some mischief" with his grandma.; January 22, 2010 at 10:36 PM

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This is me, a faith observed.

C.S. Lewis writes about the pain of losing his beloved wife, Joy, in his book, "A Grief Observed". In some ways this is my attempt to share my journey through grief and back into life, as the past nine months have been characterized by an immeasurable longing for my beloved father, who died suddenly this past January.

After months of hibernation from the internet, I unexpectedly find myself able to re-begin this blog and connect with my larger community of family and friends. This blog will likely reflect less of the intensity and depth of my pain and more of the simplicity and ordinary joy that keeps my life full - namely days running after our little boy, Simon Pierre. But it is because of the incredible love and presence that defined my relationship with my father, that I feel I can will myself to not just survive each day but to pour that same kind of love and attention onto Simon.

My father was an endless source of strength to me, a pillar of faith. His last words, spoken to my mother as he passed into that which is unseen, "God is good - good all the time", have remained with me through this dark cloud of grief. And when God seems hidden, when justice seems to be losing out, when life is unfair, and when death swallows up the one I most love, I remember my father's words and breathe in this promise, that the God of love is in the process of restoring that which has been destroyed.

And as my father told me in dream I've had since his death, "Look to Jesus. As a father, to point you towards Him is the best gift I can give to you." So here I am, this is me, a faith to be observed.

I hold onto that which is not always seen- the promise of God's goodness, the hope that one day in the promised new heavens and earth- on a grassy hill or a sand covered beach- the lion and the lamb will lie down side by side and I, too, will lie down side by side, next to my father, and we will laugh and laugh until there are no more tears left to cry.