So I've been feeling desperate lately. We've been sick with a pretty nasty cold and I'm tired and run down and Daniel is teething, yet again, so I've been feeling sorry for myself. I'm fed up with eating only beef and I'm sick of having to feed my kid every 2 hours, especially since he won't take a bottle. I'm hate the crying and screaming when I have to force him to drink the beef broth. Everything just kept adding up and I fell to my knees, begging God for help!
It took a few days, and lots and lots of prayers, but He answered me last night. I had boiled some ground beef to make and freeze meat puree and broth for Daniel and I decided, on a whim, to try feeding him the puree again. Last time we tried he gagged and spit it all out and then proceeded to cry and scream until I washed him off and nursed him. Last night, he ate it off the spoon and then sucked on the spoon to make sure he got every last drop! No crying. No whining. No screaming. Just a happy baby, opening his mouth for the next spoonful. I almost began to cry. I don't even have words that describe the elation and joy that filled my heart last night. God gave me a huge boost of confidence and reminded me that His timing is perfect.
Daniel ate when God wanted him to. His teeth will come through when God wants them to. He'll start to crawl when God wants him to. All of these worries running through my head and God jumps in and says, "Chantelle, relax, kick back and let me take the reigns for a while. Enjoy Daniel and let him take his time doing the things he's 'supposed to be doing already'. I'm in charge and on your side, so don't worry!" So, that's what I'm going to try to do. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, because Daniel is one amazing little guy, doing some amazing stuff, and I don't want to miss a thing!
