Roo was born in the wee hours of a Monday morning last December.
It’s been seven weeks. I’ve been caught up, enthralled, my lap full – cherishing every moment with her, with her siblings, doing what it takes.
This first post? I could choose to detail our birth story. Or chronicle Roo’s milestones week by week. Or muse about the joys of nursing her and the pains – my first ever experience with mastitis. Or post a collage of photos.
But not yet.
The best part about Roo is that she fills me with the wonder of God.
Roo’s name means “God is gracious, God has favoured me”.
God heard the prayer of my heart for another baby, crazy as it seemed, uncertain and tremulous as it was on cloudy days of doubt with three kids.
If you believe in a loving heavenly Father who loves speaking to His children every day as all good fathers do, who loves giving good gifts to His children as all fathers do, you will find it easy to believe that He not only heard – He answered my prayers in a dream three months before Roo was conceived.
We would have another baby. And we were to call her name ” —–“.
So Roo got her name, even before we knew we were going to have her. When she was born, when they turned her around to show me, I laughed out loud because it was the culmination, as it were, of that dream.
God answered all my prayers for a beautiful, peaceful and quick natural birth without any drugs or artificial intervention. Two deep breaths, without any pushing, she was out.
God answered my prayers for a healthy baby.
For strength to cope after birthing.
He blessed me with a mother and a Sweet Man who shared my heart for a simple, fuss-free resting time post-partum. Together, they made the best “confinement” team any woman could ask for.
God filled our family with so much joy and laughter as we tried getting used to our new size.
Of course there were a few bumps along the way. But I cannot, with the best of my memory, recall anything horrid enough – besides the mastitis – that marred my post-partum experience and our first seven weeks of life as a family of six.
Roo nurses well, sleeps as often and wakes as often, day and night, as all new babies do. She now says “goo” and “ah-goo” which thrills me no end.
I’ve been working hard at home and homeschool, but also resting as much as possible, snapping photos as often as I can because time to write is scarce.
When will I be here again? I don’t know.
I’m back here just for a few minutes – here and there, in between the laundry and the kitchen – to say the most important thing that has to be said about Roo.
And that is?
God is gracious, God is good. He is so kind and good.