I learned a lot about kids. A lot about hospitals. A lot about myself.
There's nothing appealing about staying with your 25 day old baby in the hospital. Not intriguing in the least is the frustration, concern, anxiety, helplessness, nor the lousy cot they gave me to sleep on or the sterile metal crib for Maile.
At the same time, I know the trial of the weekend could have been much much worse. After all, we did have a private room for our 72 hour stay at the hospital. Not to mention 2 amazing nurses, family that helped us hold our life togther, and in the end, bringing home a healthy baby with our greater appreciation for the fragility and blessing of life and fear in the awesome Creator of it.
posted Tuesday, May 06, 2008