My first pregnancy, labor, delivery, and recovery were very difficult. Becoming a mother for the first time was a whirlwind and I didn't handle it as well as I wish I could have.
When baby #1 was only 4 months old and I got a little positive plus sign on a pregnancy test I cried.
I cried out of pain and fear. I had not even healed from my stitches and tears from #1.
I cried because I felt I couldn't handle more than I had.
Morning sickness plagued me while I continued to nurse my baby. Backaches quickly returned as my pudgy 7 month old held my hands to walk.
As this new child within started to kick and twirl though, my fears started to turn into love. I started to imagine a brother or sister for my son to play with.
I started to get excited more and more as the day approached.
I prayed it would be a daughter. A little girl to welcome into our family.
The day arrived, the labor was smooth, delivery easier, anticipation gripped me for the final moments. "It's a girl!!!" They yelled!
I cried again, this time out of pure love and pride as my daughter was laid before me.
God has blessed our home many times and Natalie Elizabeth is one of the huge blessings which I am grateful for each day!
Happy 9th birthday my beautiful girl. We love you 💗