Two weeks ago we welcomed our newest Incredi-bundle, a handsome baby boy!
(We usually make more timely announcements, but all the builders have had a lot on their plates recently!)
Bundle of joy could not be a more appropriate term.
When our third son was born, our oldest was not even 3, so I essentially had 3 babies.
This has been a whole new experience with three aware brothers to welcome our baby into the world!
No yawn, smile or hiccup goes unnoticed by adoring brothers.
I am constantly fielding requests to feed him, hold him, smell him, share all sorts of blankies and animals and toys with him.
The second they walk in the door they tear around the house to establish where he is and what he is doing and if they can help him in any way.
People assume that, because we’ve been down this road before, that a baby is old hat by this point.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
With each little one I am even more in awe of the miracle, the treasure and the responsibility of each precious life.
I now know that, despite what the books say, the only thing to expect is the unexpected.
I never imagined our first broken bone would be our newborn’s clavicle. Or that we would have a baby with some hair.
There are those moments amidst the swirling chaos (one son just dumped dead bugs all over the kitchen table, one son got the mail and informed me the wind blew it across the street) when I forget I am even holding our baby until another boy tugs at my leg to ask sweetly if he can hold him. And I am instantly reminded of this precious treasure.
“You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, because I am wonderfully made.” Psalm 139:13