And Now We're Four
Tuesday, July 24th at 2:50 a.m.
I think I was a little ignorant--or at least foolishly optimistic--to think I'd be able to sleep tonight. My alarm clock upstairs is set for 3:47 or something equally odd and early, but I've been wide awake since 1:50, unable to turn off my brain.
In five short hours, I'll be in an operating room while a team of doctors and nurses work to bring Kate out of her cramped hiding place into the bright lights of the outside world. It seems surreal.
Last night after my mom came to pick up Anna, Brian and I went to dinner. Both of us, at that point, were feeling calm, cool, and collected. I told Brian the only thing that really made me nervous was the thought of hearing Kate cry for the first time. I just want to hear her, see her, know she's okay.
I fell asleep easily enough, but 1:50 found me feeling sneezey, hot, and thirsty. The fact that sleeping beside Brian is like sleeping on a heated mattress pad cranked up to "10" and that I can't have anything to eat or drink until after the c-section is over didn't help matters. I turned on the fan, and tried to snuggle back in, but then Brian started snoring in quiet, obnoxious baby snorts. Done. I was awake for sure.
So, I've spent some time in prayer and have looked up a couple of Bible verses that have become my "Kate" verses. Now, it's 2:50, and I'm wondering if it's worth trying to blow my nose and crawl back in bed for an hour. I might give it a shot...
I think I was a little ignorant--or at least foolishly optimistic--to think I'd be able to sleep tonight. My alarm clock upstairs is set for 3:47 or something equally odd and early, but I've been wide awake since 1:50, unable to turn off my brain.
In five short hours, I'll be in an operating room while a team of doctors and nurses work to bring Kate out of her cramped hiding place into the bright lights of the outside world. It seems surreal.
Last night after my mom came to pick up Anna, Brian and I went to dinner. Both of us, at that point, were feeling calm, cool, and collected. I told Brian the only thing that really made me nervous was the thought of hearing Kate cry for the first time. I just want to hear her, see her, know she's okay.
I fell asleep easily enough, but 1:50 found me feeling sneezey, hot, and thirsty. The fact that sleeping beside Brian is like sleeping on a heated mattress pad cranked up to "10" and that I can't have anything to eat or drink until after the c-section is over didn't help matters. I turned on the fan, and tried to snuggle back in, but then Brian started snoring in quiet, obnoxious baby snorts. Done. I was awake for sure.
So, I've spent some time in prayer and have looked up a couple of Bible verses that have become my "Kate" verses. Now, it's 2:50, and I'm wondering if it's worth trying to blow my nose and crawl back in bed for an hour. I might give it a shot...
i don't imagine you'll check your blog comments for a week or two, but i'm thinking of and praying for you all this morning. hopefully by now you have met your beautiful new daughter!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the world, baby Kate. You will have a full, exciting and never dull life with your new family. I can't wait to watch you grow up.
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