Crowns Galore

Not that I'm naive or stupid or anything but I find it so amazing how different every pregnancy and every child can be. Everyday since the day JV was born has proven to me that I m done procreating. This is not a bad thing at all it's just my simple yet at the same time magnanimous revelation that I just can not go through the process of pregnancy, labor and delivery again. Now unless the Lord has a crazy way of doing things which is not at all too far fetched for my life and it's in His plan and His will for us to do this again and He does it in a way that only He could have done it, I can not let this happen again.  Now this is not to say that my pregnancy was not a beautiful experience or that my baby is not one of the most special creations that my husband and I have had the luxury to create. It's just the way this pregnancy has set my body up, I'm just not bouncing back quite like I did with the other boys. I mean here I am almost 3 weeks postpartum and still e

Here it is, a little over two weeks since I pushed my baby boy into this world. It was an intense 15 hours of labor but after increased and then decreased doses of oxytocin, external and internal monitors, the use of a peanut ball between my legs (that I had never seen nor heard of in my life, was used to open up my pelvis and allow baby to descend easily, so the nurse said), multiple heart rate drops, oxygen masks, much frustration, and anxiety a pulled muscle and a few burst blood vessels, finally at 10:32pm my Baby JV was coerced from my womb into the world. His labor and delivery was by far, for me, the most intense of my four babies. But of course after all that, when they laid my baby in my arms and I looked into his bright and alert little eyes and he looked directly into mine, all of that stress from that long process didn't matter as much because he was finally here and he was all mine. Gone were the frustrating thoughts of how we thought he would be here at least two week