A couple of years ago my husband and I were in a thrift store where we saw this like-new condition black futon couch.
It wasn’t stylish or even that terribly comfortable, but we were desperate for some options with our colicky baby. Sleeping in the rocking chair was getting old.
We brought that thing home and felt like we had a new lease on the situation. Even if she screamed and screamed, we could lay on the couch half asleep and say “it’s ok Amayah, it’s ok”.
And maybe, just maybe, she’d even take comfort in sleeping with one of us (well, that never did happen).
It was such an intense period, and there were many, many nights spent on that couch. Our backs hurt and our necks were sore, but at least we were now laying down.
When we moved, the couch went into a closet and suddenly our lady started sleeping better and seemed to kind of “snap out” of whatever was going on.
Almost a year and a half went by without me thinking about that couch, until this past week. The kids have had chest colds, stomach flu, and multiple molars coming in.
I remembered the couch.
Maybe we should bring it out and try to get some sleep when we’re in with Eli, I suggested to Andrew.
I did not expect the flood of memories that hit me when I saw the Colic Couch emerge.
So many awful nights. So many times that I wondered if I’d ever sleep in the same bed as my husband again. So many fights in the middle of the night as we did everything we could to get her to stop screaming.
But that’s all passed now with her. I’m not sure how or when it happened exactly. It just did. Quietly and almost unnoticed, those days have vanished into the past.
Last night we had a pretty brutal night with Eli and the Colic Couch. But nothing compared to those days with baby girl.
I stood looking at the two older kids this morning, remembering their sleepless nights and how quickly those have become just vague memories.
We will get through the round too. And another round if the Lord blesses us with adoption. Even when I think we can’t do it, we can.
Soon enough, these days will vanish into the past.
And then I will personally burn the Colic Couch.
I felt the Lord whisper to my heart this morning not to forget what he has brought us out of and to make sure we continue to speak of the Lord’s faithfulness in our lives.
Thanks Jesus, for getting us through those days and nights. I can’t believe they are over.
Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.
Amayah was helping us set up the couch. No cute nursery, just survival mode, cram the furniture and blackout the windows!
See, every sleepless night has been worth it for these cuties!
It’s funny she’s the “big girl” now. Teaching her brother how to bake and do life as a 15 month old.