There are so many tender things about having a newborn baby in the family. I thought I’d give you a peek at the ponderings from a grandma’s heart…
That little wrinkly body, fresh from the womb, totally unaware of its surroundings. It just knows it’s not still in mommy’s tummy, all safe and snug as a bug in a rug. Birthing isn’t easy for the baby, either… can you imagine the shock of taking in cold air for the very first time?
When I first looked into the face of our new baby grand-daughter, I couldn’t help but marvel. How does God even go about making a baby? Oh, I know where they come from.
But how does He decide which baby goes to which parents?
What color her eyes will be? How tall a man he will become?
How does He decide who will live in what millenia?
Oh so many mysteries to ponder.
And we are so fortunate here in North America. Yes we have problems, but a babe born here has so many advantages over those born in much of the rest of the world. My grand-daughter has clean clothes (and lots of them), plenty of nourishment, and a sweet little nursery to sleep in. My daughter has her new-mom-needs met as well… the cadillac of breast pumps, lots of support from both family and professionals, and a husband who is a great dad and soul-mate.
It’s all beyond words.
But I am thankful. So thankful my daughter is alright. It wasn’t an easy delivery, but she’s going to be fine. Thankful the baby is healthy – all fingers and toes accounted for. She’s such a good baby! Sleeping and eating very well.
This is the wreath I made for her hospital room door. It now hangs on the front door of their home.
Just in case anyone there wants to know that we had an angel of a baby girl!