Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Treasuring the Moments
This morning began a little earlier that I would have liked. Benjamin had the stomach flu last week and although he is fully recovered, he seems to have turned into a picky eater. He will not eat anything with the least bit of texture. So for the past couple of days, we have tried to gradually ease in the textured foods, but he is not interested. Last night was an all out battle. We gave up and put him to bed, knowing that we would be awakened early by our hungry boy. So my little alarm went off at 5:15 this morning. I decided to let him fuss a bit and see if he would go back to sleep. 45 minutes later the fussing turned to loud crying, so I rolled out of bed and went to get him. Still determined that he was going to eat real food, I decided to try the solids again. After fighting with him for another half an hour, I decided he had eaten enough and gave him a bottle, which he scarfed down. As I sat in the chair feeding him and rocking him, I once again wished that he had come with an instruction manual so I would know whether this was a battle to fight. 5 minutes after he had finished his bottle, he completely relaxed in my arms and his eyes began to get heavy. Soon, my precious boy was asleep in my arms. All of the sudden, the past 45 minutes of craziness didn't seem to matter. My baby was sleeping in my arms. Now that he is so active, this is such a rare thing that I just had to sit there and enjoy it. As I stared at his tiny little hands and feet and watched his peaceful little face, I was once again amazed at the precious gift God has given me in allowing me to be Benjamin's mother.