I’ll have to make this short. I’ve got a baby to take care of! Yes, it’s true. Last Wednesday, March 24th, we had our son, Joseph Paul Lombardi, Jr. Needless to say, he is absolutely perfect.
This time last week, I was cleaning my house incessantly in an instinct they call “nesting”. My mom had been camped out here anxiously awaiting his arrival. Later that day, Joey picked up my dad from the airport and, to my surprise (best surprise ever!) my cousin/sister Lindsey and her little girl. I felt officially ready. The troops were in place, bags packed, and every corner of my life had been disinfected twice and washed in dreft!
On Wednesday, I had mexican with my best pal, the one and only Kate. Next, my doctor’s appointment. When she told me in the office that I could check into the hospital and we could get this started asap, I almost started crying. I still can’t believe she said that. I was shocked! So, we hit McDonald’s before we checked in and even though they told me I shouldn’t drive, being that I was in labor and all, I told them to talk to the hand cause the face wasn’t listening. You know how it is.
The next hours were waiting, hospital gowns, needles, contractions, friends and family all on the cusp of everything changing. At 11:41 that night he came. My husband could not stop laughing–not like a funny joke kind of laughing–but the joy of heaven kind. I’ve never seen him like that. I, of course, could not stop sobbing and that is still the case. I never could have imagined what this felt like and I have never been in love like this. This child really has brought a little piece of heaven to us.
We stare at him constantly. Everything he does amazes us and makes us laugh. And all he really does is eat, sleep, and dirty diapers! And it is just as everyone said: up all night, no sleep, running on empty, etc. I just didn’t factor in how happy all of it would make me. He really is the best.
All that is on my heart is that in every situation, big and small, happy and sad, I see that God is calling out to me. Like with the baby, He is asking, “will you let me love you?” Sometimes when the baby is asleep, he kind of smiles, and I know everyone says it’s gas. But, I think of it being a look that says, “lady, you have no idea what God is going to do through me.” It makes me excited. Already, we are so changed by this new love. I wish I had words to describe it all in a way that was relatable. I think it must be what people refer to as “bliss”. I haven’t showered or slept in two days and my body aches all over. But this kind of fulfillment…pure bliss. Pray for our family please! Peace! ~KPL