Julian was born on a Monday.
By Wednesday, most of the good drugs wore off and Chelle started to really feel the pain of the C-section.
I remember I had gone home and slept in my own bed. We had opted with this second child to be smart and get as much sleep as we could, whenever we could.
For visitors and family, good sleep rarely happens in an hospital. Anyway, I am starting to ramble.
She never called me through the night so as to let me sleep. But when we talked in the morning, she was crying and said she was in pain. And the she asked if I would come sit with her and wondered if I could spend most of the day with her. She just needed me to be around.
I just sat around. I was unable to give her the pain meds. We just had to wait on the nurses to get to it. I couldn’t help her walk. She needed to do it on her own for her recovery. I couldn’t feed the baby. Not built for it. My value was my presence, conversation, distraction and reassurance. This is when my peanut brain had a revelation.
I think this the God we often have issues with.
When God plays the role of the person that sits around to give you company when you are in pain. When he doesn’t force the nurses to hurry it up. When he doesn’t help you walk and heal up quickly.
This is the God we often ignore, forget that he is in the room, and rather he leave if he isn’t going to help.
