Tuesday, March 30, 2010

To add one more . . .


To Add One More . . .


"Are you and your husband planning on having any more children?" the kind, well-meaning doctor asked. I blushed, as I always do. This question is one I never know how to answer. Most of the time the phrase NOYB comes to mind, but I couldn't very well use that on the good professional just trying to do his job.
I looked down at the frazzled and fluffy blonde head and sparkly blue eyes flahing back at me. She reached out a chubby two-year-old hand and through clenched teeth, "lovingly" squeezed our sweet 4-month old's soft cheeks. He gooed and smiled back at the girl who loves him by pinching his nose while covering his mouth, squeezing his tummy, and pulling his soft fingers back and forth. I thought of the two big boys in school--the six-year-old athlete who spends hidden moments talking softly and loving this newest baby. He told me after one particularly long post-partem day filled with more needs than I could meet that he wished we could always have a baby. In that instant gratitude filled my exhausted soul--gratitude that Heavenly Father's plan of families includes perfect love. I thought of the eight-year-old, in many ways mature beyond his years. More often than not, he pulls the weight of example and makes us happy and humbled at his wisdom. Thankfully, though, he's full of little boy innocence and energy and an unrivaled patience and love for his brothers and sister. I thought of the little one, just finnishing up his check-up. I remembered the holiness the sterile hospital room took on as he entered mortality and our lives. His easy-going attitude and crooked grin fit perfectly into our family. My mind turned again to the man they call D-D-Dadeo and of his sacrifices so we can be comfortable. I contemplated how the years have flown my and how full they are of happy memories.

I don't know what the future brings. What I do know is how happy I am to have added one more, how grateful I am to his siblings for their acceptance of him, and how even though we're exhausted and looking forward to sleeping again, how nice those little baby fingers feel as they brush my cheek, and how warm and soft his cheeks are against mine.

7 comments:

~Jake, Brianna, and Jocelyn~ said...

We love Matt-the-w! He is getting so big! I can't believe how time flies. Love you guys!

Bourgeous said...

Ahh, I am so glad that you posted. Of course I am crying and I can't wait to see what you post next. You guys are the best.

Sondra said...

So glad to read your post, what a sweet little matthew:)

Cristi Lou said...

I loved your post! I can relate! I'm sure you are enjoying your new little one!

Anne said...

I think your kids need their aunt. Badly!
And I need to see them. Lots of Love, and would you please just kiss that adorable Mat-the-W face for all of us here.

Anne said...

Speaking of Emma's "dangit"comment on your sidebar, I didn't want to say anything, but Grandpa did the exact same thing to me, word for word, last I saw him:)

Karen said...

I wonder sometimes how much love a mother/grandmother can feel... it just gets bigger with each new addition! Congratualtions! Your family is soooo cute!