that a year and 2 days have gone by since I stood in our bathroom, staring at this...
I was not prepared for what I saw. 2 pink lines...again. This was NOT supposed to happen. Both Dr. B and Dr. C recommended, AT LEAST, 3 months physically and 6 months mentally before we tried to have another baby. At that point in time, I didn't think 6 months would be enough time for me to even consider the idea. So, when the second line started to appear, I ran from room to room. Maybe the lighting was bad. Surely I was seeing things. However, I think it is pretty evident, even a year a 2 days later, that my vision was just fine! That second line was clearly present.
Oh the tears that started to flow. I was scared out of my mind. I could not do it again. I could not handle losing another baby... Blake was headed home from Hendersonville when I called him in hysterics. He knew that could only mean one thing. Although he was nervous himself, he remained strong for my sake. We would get through this. This was not OUR timing. The only hope we could cling to was that it was HIS!!!
It is hard to believe it has been just over a year since we learned that "Baby M 3" would come, one way or another. While I was scared to walk the road that lay before me, not knowing how the story would end, I felt a glimmer of hope that this might be the pregnancy to last long enough to give me the child I so desperately longed for. What a wild ride the last year has been!!!
I know one thing for sure, I would not trade one second of the last 367 days for the world!!! I am so grateful for HIS timing, HIS creation, for sweet, sweet Crosby...
Daddy Daughter Dance
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