A small part of me would like to forget about that month before I had a baby. I dare say it wasn’t an easy time for me. The 8 months pregnant/pneumonia combination proved to be a daily test of patience. At the time I knew my life was about to change forever as it does with the entrance of a new family member, and although I wanted to enjoy my last few weeks as a family of 5, each day was a struggle.
Little Luke is 3 weeks old now, and it is such a relief to have him here. I can breathe easier (literally).
Grieving the loss of my dad while pregnant was harder on my body than I realized. It was near impossible to escape the roller coaster of emotions in the midst of my “year of firsts” as it’s called. Whenever I found myself getting too sad, I’d do everything I could to "look up" and face hope head on, but as my physical body struggled, it was tough to get where I needed to be in order to cope.
I count my blessings that I made it through my pregnancy. Even though my baby steps felt like they weren’t getting me anywhere, I can now look back and see that I’ve made progress since then.
I know these pictures don’t really have anything to do with what I’m talking about, but I’m so grateful to see smiles on my kids’ faces during this time. I guess I wasn’t a complete failure.
AnnMarie was getting a little nervous that the baby would never come.
But he did...
and oh, how we love him.