Journal Entry; March 2017

It’s 3am and I can’t sleep, things are just a bit too quiet and the only sound I can hear is little baby E turning and twisting in her sleep. She’s woken up twice now, twice in the last six hours, fairly normal but not quite right. There is an obvious sound missing from the nights silence and it can only mean trouble. No farting. I have never cared to monitor the flatulence of others, nor have I prayed as hard for someone to pass gas as much as I’ve prayed for this little angel. I’ve also never used the words “Angel” and “pass gas” in the same sentence. For I know that if she doesn’t start her tummy drum soon, pain will follow. Pain I would move mountains to take from her. Momming is weird, and as my eldest likes to point out, “hard work”. Here’s a shout out to all the under slept mama’s out there, new and old, who have ever laid awake at night for what seems like the strangest reasons. Great love is found there in those strange little reasons. Even on the hard nights, like tonight might become, I thank God for the experience and the exercise of loving others  greater than I love myself. There was a time I would have been glad to wash my hands of it and walk away. But now I prefer to lay awake praying for tiny farts in the darkness.

“Delight yourself in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”  Psalms 37:4

Woot woot, or better yet, toot toot! It’s 3:52am and the silence has been broken by the sound of sweet, sweet, tummy wind. Praise the Lord! Perhaps we will sleep tonight.