Another Baby

  Now is about the time that I start to question whether I should work towards having another baby. I have six children and I am forty three. My baby is not yet two but she is starting to talk and she is out of the tiny baby stage. Life starts to get somewhat easier in the form of more sleep and less total dependance on me. I see children as life's greatest gifts and life's greatest teachers. I also see each child added to a family as another friend, another miracle, and another treasure. However my body has given way more than I think it maybe should have. My body has been generous in allowing what it has. After my last birth I developed a blood clot that could have killed me and the recovery from the birth was incredibly challenging. I also had gestational diabetes for the first time during the pregnancy. I can't fathom having the strength to grow another child but that does not stop my heart from longing for that chance again. I am so deeply grateful for each child that I have.  I can't express it enough. Why write this? I think because it's my honest hearts wish and I don't know if it will ever not be. Will I ever not wish for a tiny baby to snuggle, nurse, and marvel at? I don't know. 

If this is indeed my last baby oh how I am grateful I was gifted her! She is so full of joy and mischief and sparkle and life. She exudes energy and fun. She is such a treasure. I am so glad that I said yes to having her and that she came.

Blessed am I among women 

So blessed