Over time, I’ve been building my castle of love
Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason
I’ve gone much too far for you now to say
That I’ve got to throw my castle away…
And though you don’t believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me
~Stevie Wonder, Overjoyed
Phil gave this song new meaning for me when he played it for me after giving birth to baby Jada. The piano played the most beautiful melody that sent a stream of tears that landed on Jada’s tightly swaddled body. The two of us exhausted, but overjoyed!
On August 14th, my water broke at 7:15 a.m. and by 1:46 p.m. little Miss Jada Abigail Nevels was born. Phil, my Mother and big Sister Zoe were in attendance, all rallying around in anticipation of Jada.
I’m so thankful for this incredible family that God has blessed me with. This is what true joy is! My babies are strong and healthy! Zoe is already an awesome big sister; she lovingly smothers Jada with kisses and hugs. My heart grows a million more inches when I picture her smiling joyfully at her baby sister, resting her head on baby Jada’s belly as if to cuddle. She’s a mere 18 months, yet the love and understanding is already there.
I’m so grateful for my little Jada, who spared Mommy a very long and laborious delivery (unlike the 46 hours I endured with her sister).
She’s been breastfeeding wonderfully. In fact, she was born 7 lbs and 10 ounces and despite having lost the normal weight following birth (typical of newborns), she has regained her birth weight and nearly a pound more in just 10 days! She is now a whopping 8 lbs and 4 ounces with an incredibly healthy appetite. I thank God for my milk overflow.
I’m so appreciative of my amazing husband, who when I went into labor began cleaning the house and doing laundry!
He remained calm and whisked me and Zoe to the ER without breaking his cool. He stayed with me in the hospital, sleeping in the most heinous of chairs just so he could be there for me and Jada. And here at home, he religiously makes me and Zoe a yum-tastic breakfast and lunch, and dutifully handles Jada’s diaper changes. He genuinely loves playing with Zoe and even empathizes with me during my emotional episodes. Sigh.
I’m indebted to my mother who on the day of delivery, biked to the hospital from work to help with Zoe. She cared for Zoe while we were away, giving her undivided attention, love AND organic healthy food! And for the last week she’s been regularly biking to our home from work to prepare dinner for our budding family. In my adult years I’ve tried so hard to be self-sufficient. Neither Phil or I are big on asking for help, but between our house move (at 7 months pregnant), an amazing baby shower and now recovery from labor, my Mother has been the helping hand that we so desperately needed.
Words really can’t express what I’m feeling right now. It’s a happiness that is blossoming and growing from the very depth of me and it feels like fireworks!
I know… I know… I’ve gone all poetic on you, but it’s true! I’ve been tearing up while writing this, and while maybe a small percentage of my emotion can be attributed to a cocktail of postpartum hormones, my cup is running over. I’m truly truly overjoyed!
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