This morning at 6- like clockwork- Abby woke up. We had only been asleep for a couple of hours and each of us were playing the “pretend to be asleep until the other one gives in and gets the baby” game. About a half hour later the kids woke up for Christmas, I lost, and went and got the baby. I look down at Abby in her crib and she’s got her legs crossed and is chewing on her fingers. Poor starving baby. She looks up at me, and smiles her whole body smile. I pick her up, she does it again and starts to coo.
Anyone who thinks that Abby is lucky to have US is full of crap. We’re the lucky ones. By far.
This morning was nothing new. Except the “me” getting up with her part. That part is almost always Lance. He gets up about the same time for work and brings her in to me. I feed her and then we both go back to sleep while the boys tear apart the house. I love Christmas break. She’ll wake up at 8 again and coo and smile at me until I wake up.
I’ve realized that Abby is here for US, and not the other way around. I believe that Abby, by nature of her disability, will always be perfect in God’s eyes. She doesn’t have to earn her way to Heaven because she was SO valiant in the life before this. So why is she here? For us. For us to learn from her.
In Abby’s six months she’s changed my life. She’s brought a completely new feeling to our house. There aren’t many times I pick her up that I don’t get goosebumps and a happy “just been to the temple” type feeling. I’m so beyond blessed to have her. I can see why parents of children with Down syndrome either would or do end up adopting more kids with Down syndrome. If Abby produces such a feeling, could you imagine TWO? We’d do it, too. Because parents who are fortunate enough to have that slice of Heaven in their lives are the luckiest parents ever. Nanner nanner.
I like my other kids too. I promise.