I looked at her for the first time, and it was a sweeping emotion that I can only describe as "familiar." I saw Sabine there in the incubator, and my heart leapt. I began taking pictures outside the NICU in between the slats of the blinds that were closed shut for privacy. Sonora was asleep and we were able to bring her in, which is a miracle in and of itself, if you know anything about hospital labor and delivery wings. I got to be the first person to hold her, which I didn't get to do with Sonora. I told Sabine right away that Jesus loves her, He died on a cross for her so that she could live forever with Him in heaven and that He has a perfect plan for her life. I let her know that He knew all along this moment would come and He formed her while she was in the womb and He knew her name before the beginning of time.
My house is in chaos right now. Sonora is screaming at me from upstairs, it's late at night and I am sure the neighbors who don't know how much we love her think we are somehow torturing her by pulling out her toenails one by one. I am so sick, I have not had a moment to breathe. I went to the doctors alone today with my 2 girls because Daddy hasn't been able to take any time off from his new job that he started yesterday, and he feels he needs to work the second job as well. Exhaustion doesn't even begin to describe what we are going through. I wanted so much to write to Sabine and let her know all the intimate details of how we feel about having her join our family, our loving, caring family that from outside the doors and windows probably sounds like a modern day torture chamber. I can't. I am so upset at being sick, not having a minute to think, or do or just be. Daniel is sick as well. He isn't doing well under the pressure of a new job and the demands of our sick family. We need relief. I know we can't be the only family who has ever been through this. Honest to God, I can't believe how so much is the same ... the tired, the joy, the anticipation, the newness, the miraculous aspects of everything, but how much is different just because of our circumstances, being sick, Daniel working so many hours, and having a demanding 2 year old on top of me at all times. I love my life. I am trying hard to not let the fact that it isn't peaceful right now get to me. I wanted it all to blend seemlessly. I could have just sucked it up and wrote all the pretty, but that would be denying my own existence, which needs truth like oxygen. I will get to it, I will get to the scrapbook making, the cookie baking, the tea parties, the love letters to both my girls, but apparently when I sat down tonight thinking it would just take a minute, Sonora had other plans and it was the wrong minute. I hope when I go upstairs, Daniel isn't too upset for lack of sleep. I know tomorrow is a new day and I actually look forward to getting it right ... the attitude, the blog post, the hope. For now, I will just try and sleep as much as I can between feedings and diaper changes and pray that Sonora won't resent Sabine for intruding on her perfect life.

