Did you know that the gestational period of a hamster is anywhere between 16 – 30 days depending on the breed. Jealous much?
Today marks 10 weeks of pure bliss with my little Josie. She is gorgeous, content and is already sleeping through the night. She’s been such a treat. They say it’s easier the third time around. I would have to agree. I’m definitely more chilled and secure in myself this time. I now have three kids under three and life is a little chaotic. We’re keeping our heads above the water, trying not to drown in the chaos of it all.
Having been my second pregnancy, I had an idea of what it would be like and what to expect. In reality, my two pregnancies were completely different and this one knocked me for a six. My hopeful chirpy demeanor was clouded by pangs of pain, secretly hoping for the blessing that was bestowed upon the hamster and not the human. The last eight weeks of my pregnancy became increasingly unbearable. In the last four weeks, I was convinced that she would pop out at any time due to crazy contractions and cramps. I eventually went into labour just after 38 weeks and I had an emergency cesarean.
It’s funny how life throws you a curve ball just when you feel like you’re starting to figure it all out.
This has been one of my go-to scriptures. I run to it whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed:
‘My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.’
2 Corinthians 12:9
I clung to this scripture with both hands.
Josie Grace was born at the beginning of August. She was a delight from day one. I assumed that once I had given birth that my pregnancy struggles would have been over. I desperately tried to find the norm again and I just wanted to fit into my normal pants. My beautiful Jo has left me with some pregnancy scars – two beautiful stripes down the side of my body. Ten weeks later and I still can’t get used to seeing them. I’ve often thought to get a tattoo to cover them up, then I kick myself back into reality and remember the miracle life that grew inside of me – what’s one or two stretch marks compared to that.
We realize that even the roads that lead to blessings are paved with challenges that shape our character and mould us into the moms that we will be.
Ten weeks and three kids later and I couldn’t be happier. Its taken a while to bounce back to normal but we’ve found our new groove. I’m learning to manage my blessings with the help of the Father.
The mantle of Motherhood is a privilege, not without its challenges, but a privilege it is. And those challenges that lie ahead of me, pale in comparison to the power that lies within me – ‘For when I am weak, then I am strong’ – I am enabled by the power of Christ.