Bath Night

My kids laugh at me when Brent asks a question in class such as, "What is something that you had to work hard to accomplish or earn?" I answer, "Our windows in our first home". That is such a weird answer to a teenager. But those of you who have had old homes with cold energy guzzling windows can relate. I have always been one to appreciate the small joys and accomplishments in life. Although bathing my newborn through portals in his isolette is not what I ever wanted to do, nor is it easy, it was still fun. So tonight we will celebrate small joys.

This is the second time I have gotten to help with his bath. And I guess since I was seasoned at the "portal incubator bath" I did not assist the nurse, she put me in charge and Brent assisted me. LOL. And Saturday night is a big night in the NICU because we get to use soap. He was really good, Brent I mean. He wasn't a "Scared I'll break him Daddy" at all. It was a team effort that we accomplished with help from the nurse then the respiratory therapist because Brody is fast and he can pull the CPAP mask off too quickly. And of course like most boys after he was all clean and the new diaper was almost on.....squirt, all over his clean self, Brody I mean. When we left Brent had read him a book and he was fighting sleep and losing, too cute.

This, the sprinkles on top, to end a great day because we both got to hold Brody today. It was awesome, of course. Since his weight is up we didn't do Kangaroo Care but he got bundled and we held him where we could see his face and talk to him. He is trying so hard to get his thumb in his mouth but he ends up sucking on all his fingers and spreading his lip balm all over his face. Also too cute. He loved his Daddy holding him, they both were so peaceful.

So Brody learned today "This is what it is to be Held". Just lean back in your Daddy's arms and relax. Daddy's got it covered. I know that feeling being a Daddy's Girl myself. I know in the arms of my Daddy no harm can penetrate that hold. I am safe and protected in my Daddy's arms still today. I am so sad for those in this world who don't have that. It is hard for them to understand God's love because their idea of Father is so distorted. So my heart is happy tonight that Brent and I are both so blessed to both have had good Godly role models in our parents. I pray that we can be the nurturers, the teachers, the comforters, the protectors, and the role models to Brody that our parents have been to us. Thanks Moms & Dads!!! You all are the best!!!