Apparently, I had these thoughts and feelings nine years ago today.
I am glad to say that my baby truly does give me lots of hugs and snuggles, and they are totally awesome. I am grateful constantly for her and for her love. And no, I didn’t adopt her. I birthed her, remember, and just this year.
Thank you, God. Keep us safe and well and together, please. In your name, I pray. Amen. Amen. Alleluia!
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My baby was hanging out with me on our bed tonight, when she suddenly was ready to have more milk. I lay down with her while she nursed, and got to watch her slowly drop from super-alertness into vague, foggy alertness. I chuckled at the quick and drastic change. Within another couple minutes, her eyes were totally shut and she was passed out against me. She was so cute, I fell asleep with her instead of moving her to finish my stretches and all
My husband just got home, though, and he took her back into her room, and left me mostly in the dark now… those stretches are feeling extra hard to make happen right now…
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Sometimes, I get tired. Right now, I’m so exhausted and sleepy and emotionally worn down, it feels like I can’t handle things anymore…
I guess this is where I hand it over to God – I can’t handle this on my own, it seems. So, Dear Lord, I let it go into your hands. May your will be done. Guide me, please, to be the person you made me to be. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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23:17: Hey, are you still up?
23:18: I am in bed what’s up??
And so, I called her. She was wide awake, though in her pajamas already. She readily headed over to wake up my mom, who was sleeping well for once. All were well, but my grandma’s place had sent her to the hospital, and my mom was the one with medical rights for her, since my grandma can’t handle it much at all herself. It took 17 minutes from the time of the first text to her calling me to confirm she was at the right house (because, you know, you want to make sure you’re at the right place before banging on a front door in the middle of the night!). And she messaged me again, only 34 minutes after my first message to tell me she was back in bed and going to sleep.
Much better than if my husband had driven all the way down there to wake her up. He would have barely been arriving at the house by the time the friend was already back in bed. Much better situation this way.
And, in the meantime, he headed to the hospital, so someone would be with my grandma to support her, even if he couldn’t do anything for her from a medical/legal standpoint. I imagine she was glad to have him with her. He also managed to have her talk on his phone with my aunt out of town, which probably made both her and my aunt feel better.
So, he hung with my grandma for maybe 45 minutes before my mom got there, then he got to head back home just now.
God, grant us all wonderful and restful sleep, please. Keep us safe and make us well, please. Thank you for this life and this love. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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So, I never really understood what and olive skin tone was. In my head, I would picture a Greek person, perhaps, eating black olives. But the image never really had anything actually correctly to do with the term. So, I looked it up tonight. Apparently, the whole olive term is to do with green olives in the first place, not black ones. And, just as some skin tones have an undertone of red and others of yellow, the (green) olive skin tone and an undertone of green. It is a secondary color instead of a primary color.
This information is wild to me. I must process this further over the never several days, and continue my research and reading on the topic.
It isn’t black olives at all. And it isn’t that the people eat olives. Golly, the small child of me who made that up sure held firmly to the idea for a long time. Haha
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Our baby is seven months old! Way cool!
Thank you, God. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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I have a baby, and she is lovely. I have a husband, and he is lovely. (Even if he doesn’t behave that way all the time, especially right now.) I have a home, and it is lovely. (Even if I am struggling to have it be tidy and welcoming the way I want it to be.) I have a body, and it is lovely. (Even if it feels like it still won’t work right or look right.)
God, help keep us all safe and well and together, please. Help us to be the people you made us to be, our best selves. Bring my husband home safely to us each night. Guide us very clearly each day, especially right now on the hours process, please. Help us to sleep well and fully each night, that we be filled with energy to live the best day each day. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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Tonight, we took our baby to her first baseball game. And by “we”, I mean the royal “we”, because, in short, my husband kind of nearly got fired for asking for the night off from work, so he missed the game entirely.
Lots of good happened. Our daughter was adorable. The season ticket folks in our section all came to visit her and hold her before the game, and it was hilarious and adorable. She hammed really well for them and made their nights (especially so since the team lost the game haha).
An odd bit is that I trusted God to guide me, and I ended up inviting my brother and sister-in-law, which I had not intended to do or anticipated doing. But, once I was there and walking around, it just felt right, so I called him to see what their plans were for the night and if they wanted to come. And they did come. It was still almost two hours before the game started, so they didn’t have any huge struggle to get to the game on time or anything.
Nonetheless, I was still hard for me at times to be with them. There’s a lot going on in their relationship and in the caring for their baby that is very upsetting for me. And sure, it isn’t my life and therefore isn’t my business. But they are part of my life. My brother is a very important part of my life. And this all both affects him and affects me. And a lot of it affects the baby, too.
Anyway, I’m not sure where God is guiding me to go with all of that. But I am glad that He helped me to invite them tonight and gave me the strength to be okay and not to worry tonight. I enjoyed the game and even chatted off and on with them without concern or troubles, despite the strain within me around their whole situation right now. I had an absolute blessing via the couple in front of us who ended up loving our daughter so much that they ended up holding her most of the game. I offered regularly to take her back, and they were incredibly content to wrangle her and then to hold and rock her once she passed out – and it was a hard pass out, to be sure. At one point, I noticed that the man – keep in mind that they are grandparents tot heir own granddaughters who are all under two, the youngest to be born this November – was talking quietly to our daughter, who was on his shoulder. I could only catch bits and pieces, but it seemed like he was talking to her all about life and how to be safe and happy and not worry about stupid boys etc. etc. ‘And if you ever blah blah blah, just blah blah blah, and it’ll all work out.’ Stuff like that. It was super cute and sweet.
This man is also a super tough-guy, rather scary type of dude you would not ever want to cross when he’s angry. The fact that he insisted on taking the passed-out baby when the woman went to the bathroom, instead of letting me take her back, just solidified how much of a softie this tattooed and borderline terrifying man is. Absolutely adorable.
Actually, on that note, he even had the lady – they are a couple, but I think they are not married, thus the naming system here – take a picture of him holding the sleeping baby… wait! That wasn’t even the first photo! Haha! He took a photo of her as soon as they first held her, and sent it to my brother-in-law, whom they know because we were using his season I met seats tonight, and their season ticket seats are right in front of his. So, the man had already taken a cutie pie photo of my baby. Then, when he was holding her later while she slept, he had the last take another photo and send it to my brother-in-law, saying that everyone else was hitting up dollar dog night, but he was stuck holding the sleeping baby. What was not included in the message, of course, was the fact that he had requested to hold the baby and was actually totally happy doing it. It was just way cute.
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Well, that blew up way out of proportion. I wonder if she is being defensive about something in her own life and situation, and it is being taken out on my husband. This really sucked tonight.
God, I hope your plan with this is beautiful and perfect, as your plans always are. This has been a scary one, and I am making my full efforts to turn constantly to you for each step. Help us to feel your clear guidance on this all, please. Show us your will by making it our will freely. Help us to be our best selves and to set the world ablaze with who we are in that. Please, keep us safe and together and make us well, especially my husband and our daughter. In your name, I pray. Amen. Alleluia!
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The unadulterated and unconditional love of this child is overwhelming at times. She just loves us. Freely and fully, she does. And it is a blessing beyond belief and beyond comprehension. It is chesed, truly God’s love for us expressed through another individual.
Thank you, Lord. Please, keep our family safe and well and together. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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hannah ananas 