It’s been just over two months since James arrived January 27th at 9:22 a.m. Wow – has it already been that long? And how has it only been two months?! In the last eight weeks, my emotions have been all over the map. With each new day of fatherhood comes a new adventure in trusting God.
It all started with an adrenaline rush that began when Emily said, “I think my water just broke,” continued when I held James for the first time, all warm and snug in his swaddle, and started to wane as 24 of sleeplessness hit me in the postpartum wing of the hospital.
As we left the hospital, adrenaline turned to fear. Emily and I are now RESPONSIBLE. Who cleared us to be parents? I’ll never forget the scary feeling of driving back to the hospital within six hours of leaving because we were worried about him. I often still find myself listening for our breathing child at night, making sure he’s okay.
Fear is often trumped by joy and excitement. Our family has grown by one, and I could not imagine a more perfect child. The last two months have been two of the best and most challenging months of my life.
It truly is a daily adventure. No knowing what tomorrow will hold for Emily, James, and I. But what’s great is that I can rest in the knowledge that God knows. And that’s going to have to be good enough for me.