Yesterday I sat down with Kendall in her beautiful girly room. As I sat there holding this perfect little girl I once again said a prayer. I say a prayer of thanksgiving for this little girl everyday. Don’t get me wrong I am so thankful for all my babies. They were all long fought for, prayed for, and literally begged for. I have been blessed with a life of infertility, something that I did'nt learn to be thankful for till just recently. Anyone who has traveled this path knows the prayers and the tears shed. Our last miracle baby Kendall holds an even more special place in my heart. Someday I want to be able to tell her how special she is to us.
Kendall’s journey is such a miracle and it unfolded without us even knowing for a long time....
In September of 2000 I had just given birth to my first son, I was over the moon and thrilled with this little man. We brought him home and I immediately realized that we had some issues with his breast feeding. I have breast fed both of the older girls with no issue but things just did'nt feel right. I couldn’t put my finger on what the issue was. I called the lactation consultant and told them that we were having some trouble and more pain than necessary. I set an appointment and went in. They helped me out and then I ended up going back three times. He was a stinker about latching, so they worked with us a lot! While there they told me about a program... a playgroup of sorts for babies but in real life for the Mommies of the babies. We would go to the hospital and meet every other Tuesday and Thursday. We started to attend and really enjoyed it. There was a group of Moms that continued to attend the playgroup through our second pregnancies. One of the Moms in the group was Elizabeth. Elizabeth had her baby girl Merlin 6 days before I had Logan. We became good friends and I even was in the room with her when she delivered her next daughter Piper.
Elizabeth and I became close for a time and she even asked Tim and I if we would be willing to be the guardians for her little girls if anything happened to her and her husband. There was no one in their families that they felt comfortable leaving their girls with. We spent a lot of time in prayer about the responsibility of raising these two extrordinary little girls and felt that God was leading us to say yes. We spent many Thursdays together at the hospital and for lunch afterwards. Our kids made fast friends with each other and as they grew started to look forward to playgroup as much as we Mommies. We sometimes met in between times so the kids could “play”. Time flew and after about 4 ½ years we all started to miss this time or that time. I was'nt even nursing anymore and I traveled an hour to go to “play”. So slowly we stopped attending playgroup. We did still get together for the kids birthdays or to swim in the summer but we didn’t see each other very much. Our busy lives and growing children started to take over.
In January of 2005 I found out that I was “miraculously” pregnant. I my entire life I had NEVER gotten pregnant easily. We had always needed assistance from doctors, but here I was pregnant. After the shock wore off I prepared myself for the pregnancy. You see when I am pregnant I don’t “do it” well. At about 4 weeks along I start to get extreme hyperemesis, that means that I throw up continually....... morning till night. Nothing seems to help and believe me I tried everything. For the next 4 months I keep a handy dandy IV backpack plugged in so that I don’t dehydrate. I get new IV”s inserted every several days and I still puke several times a day. So I buckle my seat belt and get ready for baby number 5. In our house pink or blue is always the burning question. I literally can’t sleep some nights wondering. This time was no different, but I was hoping not so secretly that this time after two boys that we would have a little girl. I prayed “pink”.
Well, that is the beginning of this story and journey in our life, come back later for more...................
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