Today Was the Day // When Things Don't Go to Plan...

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When you come out the other side of any kind of personal trauma, it's easy to get caught up in the 'should have beens' and 'would have beens' of it all. Questions circulate, minds ponder the 'what ifs?' and 'what fors?' and the heart is left vulnerable to bitterness and resentment and comparison. From there, things can get messy very quickly... 

Yet instead, I am calm, and thankful, and at peace. It doesn't make much sense 

Today should have been the day Elias was born. It should have been the day I walked sensibly into the operating theatre, laughing casually and nervously with my husband. It should have been the day, at 36+3 weeks, that Elias was deemed ready to enter the big wide world by elective section. It should have been calm, and relaxed, and straightforward.

Today 'should have been' his birthday.

The day the Doctors scheduled.

And yet, God.... In his goodness, infinite wisdom and perfect sovereignty, did not see today as the best day for Elias to be born. Instead, at 34+6 our boy made his entrance into this world, on a day which could have gone so horribly wrong. And yet...

All the right people in the right place at the right time...

A little boy who, though early, was strong enough to do his last bits of developing on the outside.

As my mother-in-law reminded me throughout the pregnancy...

"This baby will be born on just the right day"

 And so he was.

Oh, and Alex... You've got your birthday back! Happy birthday not so little brother!