(I’ve really appreciated those who have read my blog and enjoyed my posts. Some have even said I write rather well! 🙂 I feel loved! However, as I was starting this one I thought, “I think I really need to work on more interesting titles…” 🙂 )
My last post was about Benjamin, the baby who taught me so much in such a short amount of time. It was a hard one for me to write and one I put off for a long time. This one, however, is one I look forward to because it is not only about my dear Emily (my biggest fan of the blog!), but because her entrance into the world was what started my spiritual journey in earnest.
After losing Benjamin it took a few months before I could deal with what had happened. After passing his due date things eased somewhat and by December I was ready to think about another baby. For us it seems that is about all it takes and, once again, I was pregnant.
I tried hard not to let worry consume me, but I sure felt better once I’d passed the 21-week mark. Everything continued to go well except that, once again, Baby didn’t feel like leaving Mom at the appointed time. About a week after her due date I was in the hospital going through another 14-hour induced labor. However, it was all worth it and on September 18, 1996, Emily Marie Spenst was born weighing in at 9# 6 oz. with long, dark brown hair! And while most mothers are crying and happy at the announcement, “It’s a girl!” My response was, “Good! ‘Cause I’m not having any more!!!” (Yeah, go ahead and laugh, the whole delivery room did too!)
Emily made it immediately obvious that she was her own girl. While Daniel was born rarin’ to go and immediately trying to look around, Emily had only one concern, “Where is my mother?” Once Mommy was found, she snuggled into my neck and let me know life could go on now, she was content and would be staying here for the duration!
Emily was just a sweet baby from the start. The only problem we had with her was she wouldn’t sleep very well. Finally, I figured out that if I put the shirt I’d been wearing all day underneath her, she’d go to sleep in her bassinet. Little stinker! It didn’t take long for her to figure out there was something wrong with this picture! She was 17-months old before she slept through the night! Anyway, that’s another story…
The effect of having Emily on me was very significant in that I realized it was my responsibility to teach her what it meant to be a Christian woman. Since Daniel was a boy it fell to Nolan’s duty to teach him about being a man, but little Emily was mine. All of a sudden I felt the need to be very sure I knew what that meant and how to be the best Christian mother I could be to her. I began by looking up all the verses that had to do with what God expected of a woman and got a couple of surprises along the way.