I put my baby girl to bed tonight in her own bed. In her own room. For the first
time.
Much emotion. Many tears.
Other than the few nights our nurses talked me into taking a break and sleeping in the parent lounge or when
John would take his turn bedside when Brooklyn was in-patient, my sweet baby has
been no more than an arm's reach from me overnight in her short, but long,
seven-and-a-half months of life. Such a huge deal, this transition.
As I
stood beside her bed tonight and prayed over her just as I have done with her
and her sisters at bedtime from the time they were born, that prayer for
protection and safe-keeping seemed to carry more significance than ever. And
that prayer of thankfulness evoked more tears than ever.
I am
overwhelmed with gratefulness to be at this place. This place of normalcy. This
place of transition. This place of trust and hope that everything really is
going to be alright. That God has her. Whether she's in my arms...a few feet
from me...or down the hall. He has her.
In peace I will lie down and
sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety. (Psalm 4:8
NIV)
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