I am up at 3:27 am, the morning our son is about to be born with many different thoughts going through my mind. I can't help thinking about the day Madeline was born. I can't help being saddened, a little, that she will no longer be my "only child." We have had five and 1/2 precious years with her, and now she must share our attention with a baby brother.
Most of you know that Madeline's birth story was a bit crazy, beginning when I fell and broke my arm. Many, many challenges to overcome, but with the support of my family and friends, we managed. I just wanted to post a couple of pictures of her when she was born.
Thanks for allowing me to reflect!
