"There is no way this baby is going to survive," I thought. Pretty much every day. Lots of times. But each morning when I came into round, I was surprised to find that he was still alive and kicking!
And then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to grow. And grow. Eventually he learned to suck and began to breast feed. And he grew some more. Two months later my bundle of joy is gaining weight like a weed. We are weaning his extra feeds. In fact, now he is almost exclusively breast feeding. He has also moved out of the nursery and is sleeping on the bed with his mama. I expect that the two of them will be on their way home by the end of the week.
Oh, what a bundle of JOY!
"For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when he comes? Is it not you? Indeed, you are our glory and joy."
~ 1 Thessalonians 2:19-20