Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Letters to My Boys
Dear Josiah,
It's amazing to consider that you have been with us only 10 days... and it has already been 10 days. What a different world you know now, compared to last Saturday morning! And what a difference you are making to our world now that you're here.
You arrived at 11:52pm, and 20 min later you started eating... for an hour! You've definitely been a good nurser so far, to the point that you frequently eat to the point of popping and then have a tremendous spit-up all over. It really wigged Momma out the first few times (because my memory is short and because I'm ready to be wigged out about most anything... side effect of sleep deprivation, I think).
Aside from Night #2 (which was rough), you have been a good sleeper too. You wake to eat about every 3 hours but go right back to sleep at the end. Spitting aside, you have given us mostly very calm nights, something for which I prayed almost since the day we knew you were on the way! The Lord has answered a lot of prayers in your coming, big and little.
You have been very laid-back and mellow so far, content to snooze most places we go and mostly calm and quiet even when you're awake. You even slept through your whole first church service--something I don't remember Victor ever doing!
I know there is a lot we don't know about you yet, but we surely do love you, Josiah. You are already learning patience, when Momma is tied up with Big Brother right when you're feeling ravenous. And your little smiles (intentional or not) are so sweet. We marvel at your tiny fingers and toes (even though you were a pound and an ounce bigger than Victor at birth), and we love your soft, dark hair (we'll see what color it ends up in a few more months!).
You are our precious son, and we are so glad you're here. We pray God will continue to protect and care for you so that you will be like Jesus, growing in "wisdom and stature and in favor with God and men."
You are our favorite small boy. We love you, Joey,
Your momma
Dear Victor,
What a lot of changes you have seen in the past 10 days too! Even though we talked about "Baby Brother coming to our house" for months, I know that you could not anticipate what a difference this baby would make.
And I am so thankful, so proud of you, and so delighted at the reception you have given your little brother. Lots of more prayers have been answered in that. You are very attuned to his needs, telling us, "Baby Brother crying!" at the first peep he makes. You are very tender to give him little kisses on the cheek. You urgently alert me if his hat has fallen off or he lost a sock. You love tip-toeing in to peek at him while he snoozes in his crib, and when he was wailing away on our first morning home on our own, you went right to him and lustily sang "Jesus Loves Me" to comfort him.
I didn't know how it would work, trying to care for you while meeting the needs of our new little baby, but God has given us very sweet times so far. You push a bin over to climb up and watch while I change his clothes or diapers. And when it's nursing time, sometimes we read Bible stories or sing songs from the hymnal, and sometimes you bring your train tracks into the room so you can play near us. You haven't seemed frustrated about Momma not being able to help you or come to you while I'm taking care of Joey. I'm sure those times will come too, but there has been such grace to accept these many changes--and you seem to genuinely enjoy and care for your baby brother.
You are SO big. Holding a little 8 lb infant and then heaving you up to give you a snuggle is an incredible contrast. You are tall enough to push the quarter into the grocery cart at Aldi. You can walk up and down the stairs by yourself and climb into your car seat. You use your big muscles to push the laundry basket full of clothes into the laundry room.
You are a great joy to us, and we love you! We pray God will continue to shape your heart to look out for the interests of others and to trust in God for all you need.
You are our favorite big boy. We love you, Victor,
Your momma
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