We actually had FOUR stockings hanging during Christmas this year…
After Harper’s birth Peter and I had such a frightening delivery experience that we couldn’t even imagine having another child. We were both so horrified by what had just happened.
Terrified by the fear, worry and anxiety we felt for our unborn, who became our first born. Worried for her life, then her health & safety. It was too much of an emotion that we had never experienced, all crammed into a couple of dreadful days.
We both feared that this experience would keep us from having anymore of our own children. We both agreed to give it time and trust Jesus.
Well of course, just a few months later, (like most moms) I forgot the pain, fear and agony that I felt on that day, in that hospital gown. But I remembered the joy and love I felt for a little person that was all “mine.” This is actually biblical! ha ha.
SEE: When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.
My desire for more children returned and we discussed how wonderful it would be to give Harper a sibling. My baby fever grew over the months but we both agreed waiting a bit longer would be most “responsible” and best for our family.
One morning mid November I sat still staring at two pink lines, unsure of how to feel.
Yes, we’re having baby number 2!!!
Our initial reaction to these two pink lines wasn’t exactly the overjoyed kind. Mostly because of fear. Fear of what people would think of us. Fear of not being able to care for two. Fear of not being able to afford two.
This extra little person wasn’t a part of “our plan.” We were planning on waiting… waiting to have more money… waiting to get the hang of being a parent to one… waiting to get our lives together… waiting till we were “ready.”
We quickly repented of this way of thinking and praised God for this perfect tiny miracle He chose to bless us with.
Children are hard work and raising children costs money. Sometimes these two things blind us and our generation from seeing that children are a blessing, not a curse. We are afraid that having more children would only make life more difficult and less enjoyable.
Having too many kids might mean not going on the grandest vacations each year and it would force us to drive something like a minivan! We’re convinced that having more than a couple of kids will keep us from living this lavish life we’ve always imagined. Ask anyone with a group of kids and I’m sure they will share their joy in raising many children..
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
I like the King James Version of Verse 3 too! It says:
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
How could we not be overjoyed by receiving the gift of God’s heritage? The most wonderful reward given to us straight from the Holy Holy Holy moon hanger, ocean tamer, creator of ALL THINGS?? We praise Our Sovereign Mighty King for this marvelous gift and will seek thankfulness through our fears and hardships.
So we are thrilled to share Harper’s promotion to Big Sister!