My week has been a perfect storm. Georgia has a cold and isn’t sleeping well at night and has been refusing to nap most of this week, this has been crying nearly all day every day. I am having pregnancy insomnia like I have never seen combine with pregnancy related Restless Leg Syndrome. My sleeplessness has gotten so bad that I have anxiety about going to bed because I know I will be up so soon and for so long anyway. Daren is as busy as he can be leaving the house before 7:00 am and not getting home until 8:00 or 9:00 at night. In addition this is the week that has finally made time slow down, and not in the good way. I have physically slowed down so much with the belly weight and pressures and pains of a dropping and growing baby with about 6 weeks left.
To be our capstone this week, yesterday afternoon Georgia fell off of our bed onto her head for the first time. We rocked in her glider, both of us sobbing. She recovered much more quickly than I did.
About 11:30 this morning I was asked if I had any prayer requests by the table leader at my bible study. I said, “I need some sleep” no more explanation than that.
Georgia fell asleep on the way to lunch with my Mom and was so tired from her nursery playtime that she slept all through lunch and then slept on the way home. She had slept all of her precious nap hours away, I was certain.
We got home around 2:30 and I cuddled my sweet sick girl while I gave her a bottle and worked to muster up my courage and whatever reserves I had left to face to rest of the day, feeling more than exhausted and knowing that she was going to cry until bedtime.
When, against all odds and any schedule she has ever been on, Jesus put us both to sleep for the next hour and a half!
Jesus promises rest to the weary and today he gave that to me in the most literal of ways.
Thank you God, for my nap.
God is good, all the time.