Taelie is 4 years old.
Broox is 2 1/2.
My days revolve completely around them and that makes me happy.
I get overwhelmed some days, of course. But then I remember.
I remember the years where I pretended I didn't have depression over my infertility diagnosis.
I remember pretending to be strong when inside my heart was broken.
I remember holding others' babies and wondering why God wouldn't trust me to be a mom when it was all I'd ever wanted.
I remember wanting so bad to have morning sickness just because it meant I would be pregnant.
I told myself I would happily throw up every single day if that's what it would take.
(and it did take that. and they were so worth it.)
I remember FINALLY getting pregnant and then having to have an emergency D&C.
I remember how my knees literally hurt from falling to the ground so often in prayer.
I remember feeling broken. And lost.
I remember pleading with God for just ONE baby.
It's funny how quickly you can forget.
I NEVER forget how lucky I am to have them. But sometimes I forget how I felt before they were here.
I am constantly in awe of the miracles they are.
I don't know why God decided to bless me with TWO amazing children, but I will FOREVER be grateful to Him. These sweeties are my life.
After MUCH thought and prayer, I decided I AM going to share our infertility story. It is very personal but it is also very defining to who I am. It's long (and lets face it, I'm an over-sharer) so I'm going to break it into sections. These posts will be labeled: The Story of Us: Kids
I hope you join us.