This week will mark the day that I dreaded facing from the day we found out that we were having our third little love. All throughout my pregnancy those that I chose to share my biggest fears with knew that I, first, couldn't look at another newborn baby in a carseat and that, second, I didn't know how to approach the day where Annabelle's baby brother is older than her.
I made Luke's 8 week well visit appointment when he was just 2 weeks old. I couldn't believe that 6 weeks would pass without a doctor's appointment...it's been so long since Wyatt was this age and Annabelle lived at the hospital most of her short life and had at least two doctor's appointments for the 3 weeks and 3 days that she was home.
We're getting close.
On Tuesday, the four of us will head to the pediatrician for the appointment that Annabelle never made it to. Luke will be 8 weeks old on Tuesday...Annabelle was 8 weeks and 3 days on the day that we were taking her for her 8 week well visit and the Lord called her Home.
Please be in prayer for our family this week...for His grace to be sufficient to ease the aches of our hearts.
I've charged the video camera battery and am keeping it close to capture the precious, priceless moments of this week. Luke is cooing and smiling so big and trying so hard to carry on a conversation in his adorable baby babble...and he reminds us so very much of the last moments we shared with his big sister.