As I rested with my son, Ryan, tonight, I told him the story of the day he was born, exactly 6 years ago. How he entered this world so peacefully and beautifully and how grateful I am that he is my son. My eyes filled up with tears as I hugged his sweet little body, my heart feeling like it would explode right out of my chest. There are no words to fully describe the way I love this little guy and his birth was just the beginning.
6 years and 9 months ago, I found out that I was pregnant with my soon-to-be Ryan. Ben was 7 months old and I had just returned to work full time. Let’s just say that SHOCKED cannot even begin to describe how I felt when that little stick had two lines. We knew we wanted to have at least 2 children, but never thought it would happen this soon! Feelings of guilt filled my heart as I thought about how I had robbed Ben of months where he would be an only child. Panic set in when I counted how many months apart my kids would be (15!!!) How would I tell my boss? How would I tell my parents? Most importantly, how would it be possible for me to love another human being as much as I loved my 7-month-old Ben? I just wasn’t ready!