Have you seen the photo of a baby with her mother in the crib? This photo has been seen by many people and the reason that mother went into the crib with her daughter has been a heartbreaking story.
Baby Luella was born in October 2015. Her parents Dayna and Matt met at high school in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Dayna posted a photo of her cuddling Luella on Facebook with the comment, “My husband came home to this, and I am re-posting because this captures the essence of my heart. There I was in the heat of this exhausting, beautiful thing we call parenthood, and I remembered a promise I made to her.”
Dayna and Matt had an inspiring moment at a worship conference. It was the first time that they left Luella home and a missionary told the story of an orphanage in Uganda. That story stuck in Dayna’s mind and never disappear.
I will let Dayna tell the story from now on.
“One of the first times Matt and I left Luella, was to a worship concert. At that conference, a missionary shared his story, and it shook me to the core.
A moment that would forever be burned in my fragile, hormone raging, new mommy heart that had already become 100xs more fragile after meeting her.”
“That missionary was in an orphanage in Uganda, and he has been in many before, but this one was different.
He walked into a nursery with over 100 filled cribs with babies.He listened in amazement and wonder as the only sound he could hear was silence. A sound that is beyond rare in ANY nursery, let alone a nursery where over 100 new babies laid. He turned to his host and asked her why the nursery was silent.
Then, her response to him is something I will never, ever forget.EVER.
This was my ‘why’ moment.”
“She looked at him and said, ‘After about a week of them being here, and crying out for countless hours, they eventually stop when they realize no one is coming for them…’
…They stop crying when they realize no one is coming for them. Not in 10 minutes, not in 4 hours, and maybe, perhaps, not ever…”
I broke. I literally could have picked up pieces of my heart scattered about the auditorium floor. But instead, it stirred in me a longing, a hunger.. A promise in my spirit.
We came home, and that night as Luella rested her tiny little 10lb body against mine and we rocked, I made a promise to her. A promise that I would always come to her.
“At 2:00am when pitiful desperate squeals come through a baby monitor, I will come to her.
Her first hurt, her first heartbreak, we will come to her. We will be there to hold her, to let her feel, to make decisions on her own, and we will be there. We will show her through our tears and frustrations at times, that it is okay to cry, and it’s ok to feel.
That we will always be a safe place, and we will always come to her.”
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