Farewell Babyhood!

I was done having children after my 3rd child. It had been a rough pregnancy. I had had to be on bed rest for 6 weeks in the Big City, away from home. J, or Pumpkin, as the nurses called him for his jaundice, was born 6 weeks early and had to be in an incubator and stay in hospital for 9 days. Labour hurt (again, just the first 2 times. Who the heck says that they just start to drop out after a couple??? Hello, don't say it within ear shot of me!). I joke around about natural labour and how much it hurts, (cause it does!), but I know all the good stuff about it and birth is such a HUGE miracle. Now, back to the story.... I didn't feel the desire to have anymore children and would chuckle if people asked if we were going to have another one. I gave away most of our baby stuff as #3 out grew it. But as time went on, I realized how much the Skipper wanted to have another and I really wanted him to experience a calmer birth, not one where 2 different nursery teams were waiting to whisk our newborn away for tests,etc. My heart softened and I realized that I would welcome another babe. On June 17, at 12:07 a.m., Little M came into the world, with The Skipper and I to welcome him, along with Gramma, 3 aunts, and my brother's MIL, who is a midwife. (She wasn't going to be there, but she was a huge gift from God that day- more about that another time.)

I can't imagine life without him. He is such a sweet, sweet little man. Today he is 3. He is so proud of the fact that is growing into a big boy- no more diapers, trike, soothers, etc. He is roaring around on training wheels, swinging at baseballs, casting fishing rods, and keeping up with his siblings. When did I close my eyes long enough to lose my baby?

For each of my children, I chose some life verses. Here is his:

"He has shown you , O man, what is good.