Baby Duty

I had my first night of baby duty last night. Non (long O sound) will be a full week old tomorrow! It's a rare delight for me to hold a baby this little, let alone be in charge of its care. It was certainly an enlightening experience, and my respect for mothers of multiple children is growing by the day. I now know firsthand what it is like trying to think of various creative ways to get a baby to sleep or stop crying. I learned just how tricky they can be: they make you think they are asleep until you try to put them down, only to start up another crying fit again. I learned that newborn diapers and clothes still aren't small enough for some babies. I learned how to wrap a baby so he has no room to wiggle...apparently they like it that way? Mostly, though, I learned how rewarding it is to hold a human being whose head easily fits in my hand, no larger than a grapefruit, and know that this little one is deeply loved by God. He has reached down pulled him out of a bad situation and given him a hope and a future, and I get to be a part of that. That is pretty incredible.