This wide-eyed little stinker is demanding every bit of Mommy’s attention tonight!
I was in the process of writing up a post, but had to put it down for some precious snuggling. Check back tomorrow on this same day’s posting!
(Nora is doing phenomenal!)
We now return to our regularly scheduled blog post:
There were so many instances along the way that God hinted and prepared us for what was to come. Some weren’t always evident in the moment, others were blatantly obvious, yet I attributed them to my overactive imagination or coincidence. Looking back I see now that me and/or my imagination had nothing to do with any of it and coincidences don’t exist. They were subtle and not so subtle glimmers of hope, magnificent illustrations of God’s love and tenderness, poignant reminders of His presence through it all.
Shortly after I found out I was pregnant I had a word stuck in my head. You know how that happens every so often – you keep thinking the same word over and over again, or repeating it out loud until it sounds weird. The word I had stuck in my head was “trisomy”. I had no idea how the word ended up lingering in my mind. I couldn’t remember reading it or hearing it anywhere. In fact, I did not know what it meant and had to look it up. “An abnormality characterized by the presence of an additional chromosome.” That sort of freaked me out, being newly pregnant. I remember my exact thought was, “Wouldn’t THAT be weird if that really happened… But good thing I only have “healthy”, “perfect” babies. Certainly that wouldn’t happen to US!!” There was no way of knowing at that time what was in store for us, but that made me familiar with the term. I knew what the word meant.
Greta’s dream, a little over a week after we received the news of Nora’s diagnosis, “Mommy and Daddy were feeding a baby on the couch, and the baby was a girl.” That gives me literal, physical chills to recall that morning. Perfect timing, God delivering us that beautiful imagery through our little girl. That seemed a little uncanny and really did offer us hope, but part of me still persuaded, “Oh, it was just a dream. Don’t get your hopes up.” No way of knowing then just how prophetic it really truly was!
At the end of January, while we were still in the process of digesting the grim news, we had friends who brought dinner to us. With Mardi Gras season upon us, one of our friends brought a king cake for dessert. For those of you unfortunate enough to be unfamiliar with the king cake, it is a dangerously delicious cinnamon pastry smothered in icing and yellow, green and purple sugar. Inside of the cake is a little naked baby trinket. Wikipedia explains, “…the person who gets the piece of cake with the trinket has various privileges and obligations.” The whole evening passed without anyone finding the baby. There was only a little bit of cake left over. I allowed Gavin and Greta each a slice for dessert the next evening. “No one has found the baby yet!” I reminded them, as I indulged in my own slice of deliciousness – the LAST piece. A couple of forkfulls later, I discovered the baby trinket. I quietly and sadly smiled at it in the palm of my hand thinking, “If only I can REALLY have the baby…” (Ask, and you shall receive!). There was no way of knowing then just how privileged we were to become!
Several others shared dreams they had about Nora before she was born. One friend dreamt that the baby would be a girl (before we’d found out her gender). The dream was very vivid and foretold that we’d be bringing her home, that she was very strong and very beautiful. (check) (check) (check). Nora appeared in the dream as blonde haired and blue eyed. Obviously her hair is dark now, but does appear to be lightening! Her eyes are indeed blue. The rest of the dream indicated that Nora’s heart was healed, possibly through a surgery. (!!!)
Nora appeared in another friend’s dream as a beautiful baby, and in her aunt’s dream she was a very, very good baby, never fussy! I expected Nora to be beautiful, but if you ever knew Gavin and/or Greta as infants “good” babies don’t exactly run in our family. Gavin and Greta each put us through a tumultuous 8 month crying jag. Lo and behold we actually got a “friendly” baby this time that isn’t intent on driving her parents to the brink of insanity! *wink* She only fusses when she’s hungry or has air in her belly.
God continues to minister to us even after Nora’s birth. The goose on the roof, the rainbows, the nurse sent in at just the perfect minute, the strangers who approach us to let us know we’re in their prayers, my husband’s reassuring kisses, the multitude of people bringing us meals, the nurses and others volunteering their nights to allow us much needed sleep, and all of the sweet, encouraging cards, notes and letters. Whether you realize it or not, you are acting as God’s hands and feet. Thank you for being receptive to that gentle nudge from the Holy Spirit. You are tangible evidence of a compassionate, gracious, loving God.
“All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14: 26-27)