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There is nothing like a newborn around the house to remind a woman that she is…busy. The around-the-clock feedings, the continuous diaper changes, and the soft newborn cries all tell again and again that I need to get my act together.

I’ve five kids now aged seven and under, but save any pity and send cash donations instead. While the newborn takes the most care, the older ones still need to be fed, clothed, schooled, and refereed. Even I might start to feel compassion for myself now. Remember, though, that these are just the ramblings of a 13th day postpartum woman, and I intend to resume my normal self as soon as I can find her.

In between my blessed baby’s calls for comfort, he sleeps. In fact, he sleeps most the day away. I think God does this on purpose. Yes, the Lord in His kindness gives rest to the weary, to little babies, and to rambling postpartum women.

One of my email pals told me that it’ll take three months to finally see to my toes again get into a good routine. And, I believe her, well, just because three months sounds doable. My sweet little newborn will not awake every two hours until he’s a teenager. I hope. While these days are long, this season is short. Though this good season is more demanding, I will remember that this is still the day the Lord has made. And rejoice.

Sing to him; sing praises to him;
tell of all his wondrous works!
Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice!
Seek the LORD and his strength;
seek his presence continually!
~1 Chronicles 16:9-11