I watched an episode of Jimmy Kimmel a few nights ago, featuring America's "doll face" Kim Kardashian. She's pretty, sure. But she sat with Kimmel promoting her new book, a collection of selfies, with less than modest photos of herself in the over-300 paged book.
I sat and watched her uncomfortably fiddle with her risqué clothing, hoping not to expose "too much" for national TV, and then tell the audience and viewers (after being promoted by Jimmy) the correct way and most productive way to glamorize and posterize one's self.
She went on about how they showcase her ginormous features, including her rear end, and everywhere else.
I almost cried for her. Because she doesn't know what beautiful really is. She's believed a lie that says, the bigger the better, the thinner the prettier, the more revealing the sexier.
I'm sitting in a hospital bed, watching my Anencephalic daughter get a bath.
She isn't what the world would call beautiful.
But she is.
Her head has a small opening, but for the majority is covered by her own skin and hair. Which is a miracle itself.
She was born alive! And she's still breathing and whimpering and churning about like a new baby should.
Her face is nearly purple, though not from her condition. She was born face presenting first, which is not only excruciating for the mom in labor, but also on her poor sweet face. And sweet it is. Her lips are like Paco's, big and full. Her eyes remind me of Teaghan when she was first born. Full of wrinkles and extra skin like a puppy. Her hands are chubby and grasp my finger letting me know she's still here.
She is six pounds and six ounces, Eighteen and a half inches of pure bliss.
Esther Jubilee is already a medical wonder. Born alive, continuing to live longer than 2 hours after birth, turned from breech to head down in just three days.
As sad as it may be for some, it's a jubilation, knowing God has brought us this far.
I watched family members cry and tear upon seeing her for the first time, knowing the inevitable, but felt such a release of the burden I've been carrying for so long.
He trades my heaviness for His yoke. Though I'm still carrying a cross all my own, He makes the way straight and bearable in the most unbearable times.
Esther Jubilee was born at 1:34am, and is still going strong here at Gulf Coast Hospital.
If you'd like to meet her, visitors are welcome between 1 and 3pm today. Come see us, come see her, and be inspired to live by faith. Her every moment is a treasured gift, and it will pass all too soon.
I'll post a more detailed story of her "birth" at a later time. But for now, we are celebrating her life, full and beautiful, in the truest sense. Not the king of beauty that fades with flashy clothes, or fancy jewelry. Not the beauty and worth of celebrity status or materialistic fame. The kind that's of real worth because it has to do with her soul.
Move over Kim Kardashian, Esther Jubilee is here!