Keith and I made a quick trip to Target last night, (I mean, seriously, where else would I volunteer to go to eat up time so that Indy doesn’t drive us crazy before his goodnight routine??) and as I was walking the Christmas decoration aisles, I said to Keith, “Wow, I don’t remember seeing this much Christmas stuff last year!” He said to me, “Well, you were in the hospital around this time last year.” And I realized that he was right! I remember going in to the hospital at 10pm the Friday or Saturday before Thanksgiving and when I was discharged from the hospital, without my baby boy, people were selling Christmas trees.
I can’t believe that was a year ago! When I was admitted into the hospital for High Blood Pressure, I had 6 weeks left in my pregnancy and the doctors told me that I would have to stay in the hospital, on strict bed rest, for the entire time. It would have been poor bedside manor to tell me that I wasn’t going to make it 6 weeks, so it seemed like a prison sentence when they told me that I couldn’t leave the hospital for Christmas or New Year or even the following Thanksgiving weekend. Now that I look back, I realize that the doctors always knew that Indiana was coming early and that him staying in, or my health not deteriorating before the week was out would be a miracle. I don’t remember ever being so scared in my life.
But that was so long ago, and now look at him! Indiana is starting to pull up on the furniture, wanting to walk on his own. He says “Dada,” “Mama” and has recently learned the joy of the spit bubble. I am so thankful, SO thankful. God’s plans are just amazing.