Baby, you are God's latest masterpiece

Imagine, my bundle of joy- the creator of the universe, the one who made the heavens and the earth, who placed the stars in sky, is personally creating you as I write this. The same God who created gravity along with all of Newton's other laws is gently and carefully at work on His latest masterpiece. He is weaving together all your teeny, little, intricate parts. He hears every beat of your heart. He has put your hairs in place and knows where your ticklish spots are. He stared into your eyes, and He smiled. That's right. You are being handmade by God. When He knits, He doesn't make mistakes. Every stitch is orchestrated with His perfection. And even though you can't do or say anything on your own, you are perfect, one-of-a-kind. Child of mine, you bear God's brand name and have incomparable value because of your Creator. Nothing can ever diminish your worth. Nothing. Don't you ever forget that. No matter what life brings. And the reality is that in my own imperfection, at one point or another, I may regretfully stain this beautiful truth. So I say to you now... own it, claim it, relish in it, you are invaluable. God's own masterpiece.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb.
Psalm 139:13

A Little History on Mama's Thumb Sucking Saga

This week will mark the end of my first trimester. Baby measures 3 inches and is fully formed from top to toe. His/her organs will continue to develop, particularly his/her brain. Astonishingly, baby is quite active at this stage. He/She is doing flips while moving its arms, fingers, and toes. Baby can also smile, frown, and suck his/her thumb. Some of you may not know this but mama sucked her thumb from the womb until the age of 8. After many failed attempts to discourage this habit(tabasco sauce was a popular one used), my parents gave the burden to the orthodontist. Doctor Evil placed an apparatus in my mouth literally translated to "jail" in Spanish. It prevented me from placing my thumb at the roof of my mouth in order to hinder a sucking motion. People, I cried injustice (and cried myself to sleep)for days. Why, oh why was this necessary? It was my thumb and my mouth...no one could take my safe haven away. Well, they did. The conspiracy devastated me. I was supposed to live and die sucking my thumb. Even if it meant marrying a thumb sucker.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. And the glorious day came. La "jaula" was coming off. Oh yes, indeed. I contemplated it all the way from the orthodontist's office. Should I or Shouldn't I. Temptation overcame me. I placed my thumb in my mouth and began sucking. Yuk! What did I ever like in this before?
Although I never dared to attempt that again, I am reminded and will be into old age of my stubborn act of defiance. How, you ask? An overbite no braces could ever fix.

So it is my desire for history not to repeat itself. But if our child has an ounce of stubbornness like me...well we better get started on a braces' fund.