I’m in a reflective mood today, aroused by looking at these photos of when my little ones were just a few days old.
My how time flies. I know those newborn months can be hard; very long nights and sometimes even longer days can really pull on a mom. Yet I want to have those days again. With another baby. My fear of pregnancy hasn’t waned, it’s that my desire for another baby has waxed stronger until it overcame the dread of another miscarriage.
I think I am ready to try again. Any encouraging words?