Before Libby was born, my doctor asked if we hoped to have more children. I was at the "recommended maximum" number of pregnancies (miscarriages included) for my health condition. If we wanted more, my doctor was happy to work with me. If not, we were asked to consider permanent measures.
My initial reaction was gratitude. Gratitude for modern medicine and technology. Most especially, gratitude for the (soon to be) three beautiful children in our family. We had miscarriage scares with each of them; Jamin and Libby actually defied science by thriving. These babies were meant to be with us. I felt deep, humble gratitude.
Even so, I wanted to consider it more. This was a huge decision. Was the lack of negative thoughts my answer?
One ordinary day-- when Libby was a few weeks old-- I sat on couch as the children played on the floor. The boys laughed and cuddled with their sister. As I watched them, an overwhelming peace flooded my heart. This is our family.
At that moment, I knew. Our family is complete. And I am so thankful.
My initial reaction was gratitude. Gratitude for modern medicine and technology. Most especially, gratitude for the (soon to be) three beautiful children in our family. We had miscarriage scares with each of them; Jamin and Libby actually defied science by thriving. These babies were meant to be with us. I felt deep, humble gratitude.
Even so, I wanted to consider it more. This was a huge decision. Was the lack of negative thoughts my answer?
One ordinary day-- when Libby was a few weeks old-- I sat on couch as the children played on the floor. The boys laughed and cuddled with their sister. As I watched them, an overwhelming peace flooded my heart. This is our family.
At that moment, I knew. Our family is complete. And I am so thankful.
