5 years ago today was the eve of my first and only (so far) child's birth.
5 years ago today I was still unaware of the power that 9 pounds could have on a family, on a household, on a marriage...on my heart.
5 years ago today I was still filled with wonder and uncertainty...mixed with a little bit of fear and trepidation.
5 years ago today I was not complete.
5 years ago today was the last day that my heart was my own and inside of my own body.
I wouldn't change a single thing about the last 5 years.
Happy Birthday (tomorrow) to my sweet baby girl!
3 comments:
Holly - thanks for your sweet comment this morning.
I lost my first angel 8-10-02 after 15 months of infertility eval and assessment. Nineteen months later, "Flicka" was born after several rounds of Clomid.
Then, when she was 15 months old and still nursing, we found out I was pg again with "Pojke" with any medical intervention. A true miracle! He is now 2 1/2.
Last month on 08-10-08, I began to miscarry again at 11 weeks. I was due on Flicka's birthday in March.
Since I turned 40 this year, things are still too raw to know or to decide if we are "done" having kids. We haven't felt God's leading one way or the other yet. After my recent hospital stay, our OB advised to not try again for 6 months. Don't know if I can wait that long! LOL
I pray for God's will in your situation and I hope He grants your heart's desire. Nice to "meet" you as well.
Your daughter is an absolute doll. Happy birthday to her!
Thank you so much for your precious comment on my blog. I never realized it was there until my sister read it and told me about it and how she has added your fertility to her prayers along with mine. I am doing the same.
I loved your post about grieveing with hope. And I also loved the scripture you left for me. I have loved that verse for a long time, but reading it in light of where I am right now was so powerful. Thank you for taking the time to introduce yourself.
Happy birthday, sweet girl!!
The post below this is so precious! I am believing with you!!! Love the part about an armload of blessing wrapped in a blanket washed in Dreft & the smell of Johnsons! Love it!
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