Babies, babies, babies!

Its been awhile…. I blame my absence on baby and moving. My piano has been packed away the past few weeks – but I finally pulled it out:) Still I haven’t had the chance to record anything but I thought I would share something older I did with all you guys. First though I will give you an update on the number one thing on my mind these days – BABY:

First these pictures lie – she is actually 38 weeks and has given me 2lbs more since last pictures. Second the joys of 38 weeks include the right side of my rib cage has become her new favorite place for her feet – constantly, increased pressure on my bladder, inability to bend over, contractions when I walk up the stairs, weird dreams about delivering my baby in third world countries or her coming out fully clothed and the joyful feeling that this might all come to an end very soon! We will see. I will keep you updated on that.

Well since we are already on the topic of babies that should get you all ready to hear the song I want to share today. It is called Gods Arms and it is a lullaby I wrote back about 5 years ago when my family and I were living in Vanuatu.

Sometimes when I think about this pregnancy I feel almost like this is my second baby not my first. And the reason for that goes back to that beautiful day when I met sweet little, 2lb baby Jecob.

He was born prematurely at Lenakel hospital and was entrusted into my care, along with my sister Shaina and friend Heathers help. His mother, knowing that he would not last long in the condition he was in, had emotionally cut herself off and would not even look at her tiny, struggling child who lay at the end of her bed in an incubator. We took on the responsibility of feeding him every two hours through a tube that went down his nasal cavity and into his stomach. For a week we did this but it became apparent that something was wrong when he did not gain any weight or have any bowel movements that entire time.

He was diagnosed with a condition common to premature babies where the intestines and stomach have not fully developed, so he was unable to digest any food and had difficulty absorbing any nutrients. The last time I saw him was as he got on a plane with his mother to go to a hospital on another island to see if anything could be done. He passed away a few days later, it was through this difficult experience that I was inspired to write this lullaby for baby Jecob.

XOXO,