I Know A Baby

I know a baby whose momma was grieving the loss of another unborn baby during pregnancy.

I know a baby whose momma feared every single day of her pregnancy that her body would fail him.

I know a baby whose momma was not able to gain the recommended amount of weight during pregnancy.

I know a baby whose momma thought circumcision was cleaner, healthier, more attractive.

I know a baby who thought cry-it-out was necessary for independence and assertion of authority.

I know a baby who was born in a hospital.

I know a baby who has worn disposable diapers.

I know a baby whose momma struggled to walk and was in therapy for months due to symphysis pubis dysfunction.

I know a baby whose momma was treated for deep vein thrombosis with twice daily abdominal injections.

I know a baby whose momma used a nursing shield. For months.

I know a baby who has been given a bottle.

I know a baby who has been given formula. Several bottles of formula.

I know a baby who has been given a pacifier. And refused it over and over again to his momma’s then dismay.

I know a baby whose momma feared being seen nursing while uncovered.

I know a baby who has been nursed over a public toilet.

I know a baby who has slept in a swing. For hours upon hours.

I know a baby who has slept in a crib.

I know a baby who did not get to meet his Poppy before he succumbed to Lou Gherig’s right before his first Christmas.

I know a baby whose momma struggled with postpartum depression.

I know a baby who has been spoon-fed purées.

I know a baby who has been carried in a carseat.

I know a baby who has been pushed in a stroller. And sometimes still is.

I know a baby whose needs have pushed his momma to the brink of exhaustion, the brink of sanity, the brink of faith.

And I know a baby whose momma, while she is flawed beyond repair, has been sustained purely by His grace.

1 Peter 5:10 And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.

(This baby is my son. This momma is me.)

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