I've been very lucky...everything works for us. When we decide we're ready for a baby everything goes the way it should and, after a miserable pregnancy, we walk out of the hospital holding a bald squishy little bundle.
|I have a fairly strict "no babies on the blog" policy but I really doubt anyone is going to recognize Baby 2 from this picture or Stinky from the one below. Newborns are pretty anonymous looking.|
But I feel like I'm one of the very few. SO MANY of my friends have had to struggle with the pain of infertility and so when they do finally get their sweet bundles I feel that much more overwhelmed by gratitude. I know many little "fertility miracles" these days and their births always feel a little more special because they were just that much harder to get and, in many cases, I know of the devastated tears that preceded the happy ones.
And don't even get me started on adoption. When a dear friend adopted her second daughter I couldn't even talk about it for weeks because I'd burst into tears. I was just. so. happy. for her and so overwhelmed by the the sacrifice of another woman that allowed that darling baby to join my friend's family.
So this morning I've been thinking about how thankful I am for these babies; no matter how they get here, no matter how long they take, and no matter where they originally came from. They're all little miracles.
and now I totally want another one. Darn baby pictures get me every time.