I’m writing this on Saturday night. I’ll wait to publish it on Sunday morning. In case it’s just too embarrassingly sappy and emotional due to sleeplessness and my first glass of wine. Yes. I said first, because I plan on a second glass, having a bath, watching a chickflick and then sleeping. All by 8:00. Except for the one of Josh and I which Abby took, the pictures are all from my phone as I forgot to take my camera with me (can you believe it!?)!
I spent Friday night at Josh and Abby’s. When they asked if I could, I was honored and humbled. I was also thrilled to spend time with them and Evelyn and to be able to do whatever they needed me to so they could enjoy taking care of their new baby.
Sometime between 11:00 pm and 1:00 am I had the thought, “what on earth was God thinking?”
‘You take two people, who in many cases, have not known each other more than a couple years, grow a completely separate person inside one of them, and POOF! You expect them to know what to do with that person once he or she comes out?
How is a young adventure seeking, mountain climbing, outdoors guide, and a young masters in teaching student who would rather explore the world on her own for a couple years than anything else, know ANYthing about what to do with a brand new 100% dependent human being!? Really, Lord? Come on. Get real.’
Kids having kids. I shake my head and have to wonder at the wisdom of the Almighty.
Evie cries. They jostle. Nurse. Jostle some more.
Actually…if I’m being honest…they look like pros. Josh takes Evie’s vitals and then Abby’s every 4 hours as instructed. He keeps track of their urine and poop output, their temps, their heart rates. He analyzes each recording against the previous ones.
Abby coos at her baby as she teaches her to nurse, she goes about the tasks of diapering and dressing gently and tenderly, and you can tell she is taking in each moment, studying her baby and treasuring it all in her heart.
Sometime in the night, around 1:30 or 2:00, after they’d taken turns bouncing and walking Evie, and I could tell he was beyond exhausted, I asked Josh if I could try.
“He shall lead
His flock like a shepherd.
He shall gather
in his arms,
And carry them
On His bossom…
He shall gently lead those who are with young”
This is familiar. I’ve done this before. I’ve walked and bounced, jostled and sung this lullaby before.
My breath catches as I see my son finally sleeping on the sofa as I snuggle his daughter and sing the sweet little ditty I sang to him when he was this age. I catch the lump in my throat and swallow it down, take a deep breath and start the lullaby over. It’s from Isaiah.
Isaiah 40:11. At some point Josh is able to go to bed where his young wife is finally sleeping. I hold this baby and sooth her, she stays asleep for three hours as I doze in and out, and remind myself that it’s only Friday night/Saturday morning and I have all weekend to catch up. I can only think of three couples I would willingly give up hours of sleep for.
In the morning after Rick and Caleb and Hannah and Nora have come and had breakfast together and it’s time to think about leaving, I’m washing the breakfast dishes and find myself crying. Because although I’m desperate for sleep, I don’t want to say goodbye.
And I have to thank God that we are only ten miles away from them.
I also thank God for the idea to take two young people without a shred of experience and plant a baby between them, and instead of then standing back to see what they do with it, He draws near and instructs, and gives them grace and patience and love.