It was at the hospital after the birth of our first child that I first realized what a sound sleeper my husband is. I don’t remember what it was I needed, but I kept pushing the nurse’s button and nothing was happening. I tried calling Jason, who was asleep on a pull out chair beside my hospital bed. Nothing. I called his name louder. Nothing. I yelled as loud as I could. He didn’t move. Next I took a pillow and threw it at him. It landed right on his head and rolled off. Nothing. I took another pillow. Same thing. I took my last pillow, hurled it at his head while yelling his name and he finally woke up and asked what the matter was.
Our first night home with our new baby was grueling. I remember being so happy and proud to bring Faith home and then feeling completely helpless as to how to take care of her. I fed her and put her in her bed, hoping she’d sleep for a few hours. She woke up screaming at ten o’clock. Jason was already asleep. I walked with her for hours, around the living room, up and down the hall, and back into the living room. Since I had third degree tears, every step hurt. Faith would finally fall asleep and I would ease down into a chair. But as soon and I would sit down, she would start screaming all over again. I tried those anti-gas drops. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing helped calm her.
Off and on all night I kept looking for our one pacifier, thinking that might help, but Jason was the last one who had it, and I couldn’t find where he left it. At three o’clock in the morning after I had walked with the baby for five hours, I finally went into our bed room, and yelled, “You lost the pacifier!” in complete exhaustion and almost in delirium. Jason woke with a start and asked why I hadn’t gotten him up sooner. I guess after the experience in the hospital, I didn’t think I’d be able to wake him up. I cried myself to sleep that night. Jason walked with the baby for another two hours before she finally went to sleep.
Bringing a baby home sounds so natural and homey. But all the things that can and at times do go wrong are anything but that. Our first baby is now nine years old, and I am so thankful for her and for all the Lord has taught us through her!
One week after she was born I was rushed to the hospital…