We came home last night about 5:30 p.m. Apparently the hospital has a rule that the baby must stay for at least 24 hours. I anticipated, however, that they would be relocating us to a different room to free up the birthing suite we were in, so I asked to be discharged. I figured we could not sleep in the hospital or not sleep at home.
As we loaded Jude into the car, Matt said, "Remember thirteen years ago, Melissa? We did the exact same thing in the exact same place." Our Gracie was born and we loaded her into a hand-me-down car seat into the back of our two door Topaz. She was balling, that newborn wail that's so unnerving. I kept thinking, "Surely they're not going to let us take her home. We have no idea what we're doing." The nurse just smiled, waved and said, "Good luck!" Oh my, what the Lord has done since then. We would have been completely overwhelmed had He laid out the plan clearly before us at that moment. One step at a time, one year at a time, He has brought us to this place. What a beautiful tapestry He has woven, combining two lives and creating six more from that union.
When we arrived home last night, we ate dinner with my aunt and uncle (who are also my godparents) and the kids. All of us gathered around the table, sharing our first meal together as a family of eight. My Uncle Keith and Aunt Leanna left behind many farm obligations to be here in our time of need. They are such a blessing to our family. Praise God my aunt and uncle came down on Monday night because we left for the hospital at 5 a.m. and Grace would have been anxious had she awakened and found us already gone. God truly went before us and planned everything perfectly.
Matt and I are exhausted, but everyone is well. As we go through the coming days and weeks, I'm sure we'll have to iron out some wrinkles, but right now we're basking in the blessings of the Lord.
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