Somehow, I managed to put the wrong date on yesterday's post, so it posted as if I wrote it in August. I have remedied that now. So if you missed it, you'll want to scroll down and read it first. For those of you who got it, I know I promised that I'd share the story of Abigail's birth today, but unfortunately I smashed my right hand in the seam of my garage door today. So I hope you will be satisfied with the portion I had already typed before my unfortunate mishap. I don't enjoy typing with one hand. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow. So, here goes.
Please bear with me as I begin with a little background.
My husband, Loren, and I were married during the summer between our Sophomore and Junior years of college. Although I wanted a large family with lots of children right away, I went on the pill in hopes of postponing this phase of our lives till after college was over. It didn't work. We conceived our first baby only a month and a half after we were married.
The little guy was quite a surprise, but also a joy, and I know that God put him in our lives at that time for a reason. I even believe I know what that reason was, but perhaps that's for another post. We both knew right away that we could love someone fiercely and totally for the rest of our lives, and we thank God for the blessing that is Joshua.
Only a year after Joshua was born, I started getting sick in a painfully familiar way. Nine and a half months later, our second little blessing was tugged into the world. He came into our lives at a time of great uncertainty for us, but loving Daniel has been an amazing journey and we wouldn't trade it for anything.
Finding out I was pregnant for a third time was a bit unnerving because I had been through a near-fatal illness after Daniel was born, and no one knew how my body would react. I had to undergo a few extra tests, but everything seemed grand, and five days before Thanksgiving, Rachael came into our lives. At 9lbs 13 oz, she got stuck tight and when the midwives finally dislodged her, she was nearly lifeless and I was hemorrhaging and drifting in and out of consciousness. But before long, everything was OK, and she lost no time in stealing our hearts.
So sorry, but this is as far as I got. More tomorrow...or maybe Monday, okay?
Please bear with me as I begin with a little background.
My husband, Loren, and I were married during the summer between our Sophomore and Junior years of college. Although I wanted a large family with lots of children right away, I went on the pill in hopes of postponing this phase of our lives till after college was over. It didn't work. We conceived our first baby only a month and a half after we were married.
The little guy was quite a surprise, but also a joy, and I know that God put him in our lives at that time for a reason. I even believe I know what that reason was, but perhaps that's for another post. We both knew right away that we could love someone fiercely and totally for the rest of our lives, and we thank God for the blessing that is Joshua.
Only a year after Joshua was born, I started getting sick in a painfully familiar way. Nine and a half months later, our second little blessing was tugged into the world. He came into our lives at a time of great uncertainty for us, but loving Daniel has been an amazing journey and we wouldn't trade it for anything.
Finding out I was pregnant for a third time was a bit unnerving because I had been through a near-fatal illness after Daniel was born, and no one knew how my body would react. I had to undergo a few extra tests, but everything seemed grand, and five days before Thanksgiving, Rachael came into our lives. At 9lbs 13 oz, she got stuck tight and when the midwives finally dislodged her, she was nearly lifeless and I was hemorrhaging and drifting in and out of consciousness. But before long, everything was OK, and she lost no time in stealing our hearts.
So sorry, but this is as far as I got. More tomorrow...or maybe Monday, okay?
1 comment:
I'm looking forward to reading your story.
I'm sorry about your hand!
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