a few firsts

One year ago today...

Was the first time I discovered that my baby was breech.

It was the first time that I had ever been wheeled into a cool, sterile, florescent-lit operating room. Surreal to say the least.

It was the first time that I had ever received a cut more than a half inch long or just a little more than skin deep.

But then, oh then, the first time I saw His face. It suddenly seemed as though it wasn't the first time. He looks so very familiar. This was my first thought.

And that thought sustained me through the many more painful firsts. The first time standing up on my own without pain killers. I thought for sure there were 1000 needles stabbing and burning me. Oh, I guess it was just the 1000 staples holding together layers of flesh. No big deal. In short, my first time healing from a c-section, wondering if I would ever be normal again.

But all of these firsts for me pale in comparison to a first year of life for a spirit child of His who finally has the chance to obtain a mortal body. How momentous and significant for my little Phin. And in case you didn't know, he is our first son.