This weekend ended up quite gloriously! After spending two weeks in the NICU, we were able to bring Jennavieve home! I spent much of Sunday afternoon holding my precious baby girl, staring into her face, and reveling in the fact that she is really ours, she’s home, and our family is together at last. The girls are doting big sisters, giving her toys, wanting to hold her, and being very interested in everything about her. Mason is still trying to figure out this new person who has interrupted his life. At one point, Mason would cry every time Jennavieve cried. He’s always had a tender heart, but I’m hoping this phase will be short-lived.
I can’t believe we really have four children. Even though Jennavieve is 18 days old, not having her with us day in and day out the past two weeks made it seem like she wasn’t really part of our lives. When we got into the car on Sunday to come home, I turned around and just had to shake my head that there were four carseats in the back, with four little people filling them. What are we doing? How will I ever manage these little people?
And then I was reminded that I can’t manage them, on my own anyway. There’s no way that I can do anything apart from the grace and strength that God gives. Even though I don’t know what I’m doing, I know that God does know what He’s doing. I might be tired, I will surely mess up, there will be tears and laughter, but through it all, as I lean upon the grace of God, I will be able to fulfill my role as Mommy to these four precious people.
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