Friday, December 2, 2011
A few days ago my friend Brittani shared that she and her husband have learned about a devastating complication effecting her current pregnancy. I can't get the Schmidt family off my mind. Every time I look at Dane's precious little face I think of Brittani. I hope you'll join me in praying for God's supernatural healing for Baby Schmidt.
Just like any other day I put Dane in his swing to settle in a for a little catnap while I got a few things done around the house. It's typical for him to fuss a little before he settles in to sleep. I turned on the vacuum and got to work. I probably vacuum more now than I ever have because usually the sound of the vacuum does the trick. After moving about the house for about thirty minutes I realized he was still fussing...not fussing... he was crying- the kind of cry his blanket and paci won't soothe. He had tears streaming down his sweet cheeks, his lips were dry and chapped and his little voice had grown hoarse. Nothing makes you feel more like a dog than finding your precious baby in that state.
I scooped him up and hummed in his ear as I took him to my room so we could nap together. I left the vacuum right where it was, the laundry sat in the dryer get more and more wrinkly by the minute. Someone once said, "babies don't keep". And, boy, where they right. So, for today, the laundry can wait and the dust bunnies earned another day under the couch, because today I remembered my baby won't keep.