Going Home

As my wife and I waited to be discharged from the hospital, we told each other that it was totally worth it, knowing what we know now. Knowing that we can love this little baby more than anything else. Knowing and being willing to give up our own selfish desires for the happiness of another. My mom jokingly asked if I had eaten one hot meal in the hospital, and I replied that I had not. I took care of my wife’s needs, then my son’s, and lastly myself. By that point, my food was cold. But that’s okay, because that’s what it means to have a servant’s heart, and I gladly do it.

I prayed for my little son long before he was even a thing. I didn’t just pray that God would give him to me. I prayed that God would make him and form him. That He was preparing him for me and me for him. I prayed that God would make me into a good father for Troy. That I could set a good example and guide him. That I could lead him to his true Father and teach him all about God. I knew in my heart what I wanted, but God exceeded my expectations. He always seems to do that, but it never ceases to amaze me.

It was nice to sit and chat with my wife like this. With all that’s been going on, we haven’t had time for just us to connect.

We were finally discharged from the hospital tonight at 6:40 pm. It was 45 degrees outside with a light misty rain. Which made it fun to try to put a baby in a car seat for the first time. But I eventually got him strapped in like a pro, and we were finally off.

It’s nice to be in our own space again, but scary too. We don’t have the safety net of the nurses and doctors anymore. We don’t have the luxury of the all-night nursery. We are on our own now. With God’s help, I’m sure we’ll make it through, but we still have much apprehension until we can get into a routine. Either way, we’re in it now! It’s sink or swim, no easing into it.