Mom says we need an update.
Today is Jonah’s 1 month birthday!!!!
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Rob and I thought we had control of this new life that we’ve created. I mean – this new member of our family is like 9lbs … we are so much bigger than him, we can take him! Well – how wrong we were!
Today Jonah was fussy… not crying all day, just fussy and REALLY hungry. Well, he had just eaten and AGAIN was looking for more food. So, we decided he needed to wait it out a bit. So, we made dinner and sat down to eat. We put Jonah in his highchair and had a talk with him: Jonah, we’re going to eat now. So, you’re going to need to wait for a while until you can eat…you can’t be hungry already, you just ate. You’re going to have to sit there and just be patient. Only 3 minutes later… Jonah begins to scream. (and I mean scream…to the point where there isn’t any noise coming out and you’re wondering when/if he’s going to take another breath) Rob and I just look at him, both paralyzed and not wanting to be the chicken to break our pack with the little guy. So, he’s screaming and all of a sudden he stops! Out of nowhere! He went from screaming his lungs out to having his eyes closed and being half asleep. Rob and I look at him and then look at each other and just crack up laughing. I said, “I think he’s testing the boundaries” (like a 2 week old can do that). We sat there eating – thinking we were pretty darn smart and had shown him. Just then he started screaming again… this time the intensity wasn’t as nuts but the duration was much longer. Rob broke out into a sweat; I just started shoveling in the food (feed the fear, Cat). Then it happened. Rob cracked! He put down his fork and reached over and picked up Jonah. Jonah stopped crying instantly. As Rob sat there, food getting cold and shaking from having to listen to this little one’s cry – I could have sworn I saw a smirk cross Jonah’s face.
We put up a good fight – but we were no match for the 9lb wonder. Games over – thanks for playin.
This morning I woke up and remembered that a week ago today I was in the hospital. What a crazy ride that was. Not many women get to say that they not only went into labor but also had their water broken, were given Pitocin to regulate contractions, had a needle shoved into their spine (lets see…) 7 times, pushed for 1.5 hrs, given Terbutaline to decrease and hopefully stop contractions, then had an emergency C-section. All within about 19hrs!!! When I remove myself from the situation I can say that I went through so much to give birth – but when I put it into context of having this little miracle I can easily say that it was worth it. I would do it all again just to be blessed with this little love! Not only were we blessed with the gift of life but I also found a new respect for myself and for my body. I learned so much about control and when it comes down to it – we are not in control. And if we are able to just give up the control our bodies and our God know what to do.
Having Jonah in our life has been incredible. He has been a confirmation of many things that we always knew were true. One of those things being the strength of our marriage. I can’t imagine having a child when your marriage is not strong or when you are just starting out a marriage together. (of course this doesn’t mean it can’t be done – I just can’t imagine it) Rob and I have worked so well together and we make a great team! The respect that we have for one another has gone through the roof within the last week. I have seen Rob once again rise to the challenge when the going gets tough. He is having to take care of a newborn and his wife who is recovering from surgery. He has done laundry, dishes, made dinner, late night feedings, LOTS of diaper changes, consoled mom when she has been crying and has brought laughter to situations where anger could have easily been chosen. My love, respect and admiration for Rob is the highest it has ever been.
Last night Jonah slept through the night – what a momentous occasion for two new parents! Rob went and got him from his crib about 8:30am – changed him and brought him to bed with us. After Rob fed Jonah the three of us just laid in bed together. Rob and I held hands and stared at this little boy who God had given us. Everything felt so right – as if that is how life is meant to be. My sister asked me yesterday, “do you feel like your life has changed?” Rob and I both answered that although life has changed – in a way it hasn’t. Jonah just fits into our life. It is as if the last piece to the puzzle was found and finally the picture is complete. Yes, even during the 3am bottle feedings or the 20 min. crying jags – life is how it should be.
And with that – I must go now to wake up the boys who are still sleeping. It’s time to give Jonah a bath so that we can go on with another day. Life for sure is an adventure now!