Luke is now 3 days old.
We are home and adjusting well as a family!
Caleb and Hannah are in love, and I have get a full report, every 2 minutes, of every possible movement that Luke makes!
"Mama! Wuke's eyes are open!"
"Mama! Wuke moved his hands!"
"Mama! Wuke is bweathing!!!!!"
Caleb refuses to let anyone else anywhere near his little brother. He is very protective- and rightfully so, after having to say goodbye to Joshua.
I can't help but look in awe at this little life that was born out of such despair. When we found out that there was new life growing inside, I was overwhelmed with thankfulness at the thought of another blessing- a chance to start over. Never a replacement, but a soothing balm to help heal the deep wounds of our broken hearts.
Luke has been exactly that.
His labor and delivery could not have gone anymore perfect. It was a short and relatively easy process. The staff and doctors were extremely supportive of our family and sensitive to our previous experiences. They made sure to keep us informed and gave us all the time and support that we needed when our emotions got the best of us.
Luke is pure perfection. A perfect mix of all 3 of our children, although resembling Hannah the most. I've been blessed to catch glimpses of Joshua in him. It's been a great reminder of who he was- helping me to remember some of the tiny details that my mind has forgotten over the past year. There is something extremely healing in seeing him in Luke. Once again, not a replacement, but almost as if God is giving me a glimpse into Heaven to catch a peek at Joshua.
I can't help but look at Luke's untouched chest and wonder why things couldn't have been this way for Joshua. I weep when I think about everything that Joshua had to go through within the first few hours of life. He didn't get to be held, nursed, or snuggled. Instead, he was whisked away, poked and prodded, and hooked up to machines and tubes. His entry into this world was as peaceful and calm as possible, but it was still chaos. I grieve for what should have been for him, yet I rejoice that things were so different for his little brother.
The easiness of this transition has been nothing short of a miracle to me. It's been a reminder of God's promises to our family. We have walked through the fire, and even though it continues to be a painful and long process, God has once again shown us His faithfulness, mercy, and grace. He has given us a blessing that I will NEVER take for granted- even during times of frustration and pure exhaustion.
As we continue to get to know this new little person in our lives, we are continuously reminded that our God is a good God. He will never leave us or forsake us- even when we can't seem to find Him. He brings light to the darkness and healing to the brokenhearted. I'm so thankful.