Brings back a lot of memories for me. The joy of that sweet babe pushing her way around. The knowing glances exchanged between other Moms. The anticipation and the glory of the ending. I will never forget my reaction when my first was born (nor will I ever forget the sweet moment Elias was placed into my arms). When my sweet homegrown girl was put on my chest, it was as if I couldn't simply believe it. How could this miracle be? This spectacular display of God's provision and hope now crying in my arms. I remember just saying over and over again, "I can't believe it!" I also remember breastfeeding 6 week old Meris in my rocking chair and calling Rob over and exclaiming, "Dude. We have GOT to do this again!!!".
With a lot of sadness, those days are SO over for me. As far as I know, no more pregnancies for this little lady. If we did choose to add to our family again, it would definitely be through adoption. I can explain more on that later...
But these days, I have had the pleasure and excitement and I don't know...just thrill of being that nurse that says "Yay, you did it!". When we moved to the PNW, I finally landed my dream job. I was hired as a labor and delivery nurse. Because it is truly it's own art form, I am training for 3 full months. Can I tell you how I love it? It still has all the excitement and thrill I need with usually a much nicer outcome. I am enjoying the switch from being there at people's worst moment to one of their BEST.
