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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Birth (infancy) (08/20/09)

TITLE: Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
By Lisa Johnson


Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

“For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made…” Psalms 139: 13-14a NAS

I’ve been here for six weeks, but Mommy doesn’t know it yet. It is so comfy and warm here. I love floating and stretching. I can arch and curl my whole body. (I’m three inches long, you know.) I can hear my Mommy’s heart beating. It makes me feel very safe. I can’t wait until she knows I’m here.

It’s been twelve weeks now. If Mommy could only see what I can do… she’d be so proud. My fingers and toes are fully formed. So are my eyes, ears, mouth and nose. I can move my arms and legs, and I can wiggle my fingers. (I can even suck my thumb.) Mommy knows I‘m here now, but she still can’t feel me. She talks to me a lot, though. I like that.

It’s been twenty weeks… I’m half-way done in here. (I can’t wait to be out there with Mommy.) I’m eight inches long, and weigh about nine ounces. I don’t know why, but I get the hiccoughs a lot these days. Mommy cried the first time she felt me move. I hear her talk to someone named “God” about me all the time. I feel happy when she does that.

Twenty-four weeks and counting… I have hair now. My heart is pumping. Mommy had something called an ultrasound… she laughed and cried when she heard my heartbeat. I heard her talk to someone named “Daddy.” I don’t know who he is yet, but he seems awfully happy that I’m a boy. (What’s a boy?)

Well, it’s been a long forty weeks. Everything is exactly right. I’ve just been hanging out the last few weeks ‘cause I needed to get a little bigger. (A little bigger? I’m humongous!) It’s getting kinda tight in here. It’s hard to get turned around. Mommy says I’m kicking her a lot. (Sorry.) Daddy says I’m gonna be a quarterback. (I think he already bought me a football. Whoo hoo!)

Ow! Ow! What’s going on here? Why are you squeezing me so tight? I don’t like that! Wait a minute… what’s that bright light? It hurts my eyes. Who hit my bottom? I think I’m gonna cry!

Oh… that blanket feels warm. Those arms around me are very strong. My head is on something soft… and, yay! I can hear Mommy’s heart beating. Now, I feel safe. I can hear Mommy’s voice, too. I’d recognize it anywhere. My eyes are getting used to the light now. Let me focus. Oh, Mommy, you’re beautiful.

I’m having so much fun. I’ve been on the outside for three months now. Mommy and I have “tummy time” every day. I can hold my head up and look around. Mommy shows me lots of neat stuff, and I can follow with my eyes when she moves it around. When I’m on my back, I like to wave my arms and kick my legs. It makes Mommy laugh.

I’m six months old now. Mommy calls me her “little man.” I can sit up by myself. (Well, Mommy helps a little.) I can hold my own “ba-ba.” I surprised Daddy when I rolled over. We have lots of fun playing “pat-a-cake.” My favorite game is “this little piggy.” (I coulda sworn those were toes.)

Oh, yeah! I’m walkin’… I’m walkin’! It took nine months, but I’m finally off the floor. Oh, crawling was okay, but this walkin’ thing is great! What’s not great are those “baby-gates” they put up everywhere to keep me from getting to all of the good stuff. I tried to tell ’em they don’t have to do that… but they don’t understand a single thing I say.

One year old… Happy Birthday to me! I’m not a baby anymore. Now I’m a toddler. I can say “Mama” and “DaDa.” I’m trading in the “ba-ba” for a sippy cup… and I love those finger foods. Mommy and Daddy took me to a place called “church.” They had something called a “dedication.” They promised to be “Godly parents” and teach me all about Jesus. That works for me!

“Behold children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalms 127: 3 NAS

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Joanne Sher 09/02/09
Very cute! Love the bits of humor - and bits of fact - thrown in.

This read a little bit stilted in some places, but overall very enjoyable to read.
Helen Dowd09/03/09
Thanks, Lisa, for the commentary on the progress of a baby from conception to a year. Whoa! tho'. You don't want to bump into the next weeks' challenge topic, "childhood." You stopped at just the right time...Since I have never birthed a child myself, and was never around a sibling when their babies were going through the creation process you described, I feel "educated" by your detailed description of the journey of the baby...Enjoyable!...Blessings...Helen
Leah Nichols 09/04/09
Very fun entry! This is great education for those who don't know child development. You could definitely expand it past the 750 words for additional publication. :)