Then Noah arrived. He was beautiful. But pretty much from the instant he took breath on this earth, he has thrown up. At first it was manageable but then it went crazy. The first time this happened was terrifying. I was sitting on the settee in the early morning feeding him when suddenly he projectile vomited everywhere. It was incredible. Shocking. Mind blowing. I panicked and kind of ran round the room screaming his name.
I thought it was a one off. 18 months later I can assure you it was not. Today we still carry full outfit changes and muslin cloths everywhere we go. Teething means our washing machine is on non stop. As do colds. And laughing too much. Or crying too much. It still drives me crazy. But I am not afraid by it. It scares those around us. It's awkward. It's ridiculously messy, but it's a weird part of our normality. We clean up, change clothes and move on in an instant.
18 months ago if you had told me this would still be going on today I would never have thought I would have become so blasé about the whole thing. But I have. I want it to stop but God's grace is truly enough. He gives us strength that is not of our own. He helps us deal with those situations we never could deal with on our own. I know that in life there will be many challenges and difficulties immensely greater than reflux that we will face but I am comforted by the fact that His grace is enough in every trial that we face.
