Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Its hard to believe...

About this time a year ago, I was discovering that I was 3 months pregnant..13 weeks to be exact..with Noah. Steve was still working third shift. My marriage was crumbling...and I already had three kids...could I really raise one more?

When I think back to my initial thoughts, I feel guilty. Because at first, I didn't want another baby. It was not a good time. I seriously doubted if I was equipped to handle another baby.

But, as time went on, I grew to love Noah more and more. And then, the end of my pregnancy came...and I almost lost Noah. Hearing him cry for the first time was the most wonderful sound ever.

Now that Noah is 7 months old, I don't doubt my ability to take care of my children. I know that I am doing the best that I can do. My kids are happy. They are healthy.

Noah is starting to crawl. He is eating more solid foods. He laughs and talks. He is doing amazingly well.

And, much to my husbands delight...

Sleeps in his own bed...in his own room.

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  1. Found you via Mama Kat' and had to check out your blog when I saw the title of it "Crayons in my Dryer"...because my son has done that very thing to me and ended up turning his clothes into red-speckles outfits! Gotta love our kids :)


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