a public thank you card

The change I notice most with having a baby is not the loss sleep, a changed daily routine, or all the baby things strewn about my house. It’s the loss of having two hands.

Every couple of hours or so I’m sitting nursing my baby for a good half hour, and the hours in between are often spend holding him. These times I don’t wish away by any stretch of the imagination, but I do often catch myself piling another thing onto my to-do list while I sit feeling very one handed and stuck.

So I mean to take care of one to-do that has been especially overwhelming to me lately, and that is to thank you all.

I wish I could buy you a beautiful card, address it especially to you, and spill my heart out in thanks via hand written words. But God has been whispering to my heart that thankfulness is not measured by the tradition of cards. And far be it from me to let time get the best of me, and you not be thanked at all.

So THANK YOU! In all my life I have never felt a deep indebtedness of this magnitude towards so many people who have welcomed our baby with open arms, surrounded us in prayer, sent us money, paid for coffee, offered to help in anyway they could, brought us food, sent us presents/cards, commented online letting us know we were loved and prayed for, let us know we weren’t the only parents who didn’t get to bring our baby home and live happily ever after, those who told us we were strong, brave, and just the parents Wellington needed, those who have celebrated his healing with us, and to everyone who messages or texts perhaps haven’t been responded to but were soul healing when they were received. Thank you!

Weather you knew it or not by flooding my family with help, the way you have, you’ve been tangibly showing us the kind of love Christ has for us. It been overwhelming to look back, and see how every little decision we made in going to the ER, in co-sleeping when we were trying not to, in having a bulb syringe near by, in what surgeon was on call that day, and that my husband was still off, and is of the mindset to be “calm in crisis”, all which worked together to save our baby’s life.

My biggest gratitude is to God, but I’m also overflowing with thankfulness for how he used you. So thank you again. I hope you know, or someday will know, what it feels like to be supported like we have been.