Holy smokes I can go from zero to panic in 2.7 seconds. This morning when I woke up, I realized that I hadn't felt Jacob move in a while. And 'a while' meant more than 12 hours. Now granted, I was sleeping for part of that, but still.....that's a long time when I'm used to regular movements. I got moving, keeping myself tuned into feeling for those little nudges, but they never came. On the way to work, I prayed. A lot. It hit me then that I don't think I could handle losing this little guy, and neither could the rest of the family - especially my children. So I continued to pray. The Lord never gives us anything that we can't handle, right? But the Lord also requires action on our parts, and he makes up the difference.
So in doing my part, I drove to McDonalds, (dang we're there a lot!) and ordered a breakfast full of sugar and caffeine. Three pancakes and syrup, a ham and cheese biscuit, and a large Coke. (No worries...I didn't eat it all! One of the pancakes and the biscuit got ditched as I ate the ham and cheese!) After about 20 minutes, Jacob woke up, and he is now letting me know his dissatisfaction. Thank goodness!
There will be no more complaints from me....although I don't think I've voiced too many to begin with. Bring on the pain and the discomfort Lord! It's a blessing and I'll be thankful for it!
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