A day late, but I do have words captured for Monday’s post.
Eleven years ago I was given an amazing gift. A son. A two weeks early, already keeping us on our toes, little boy. I was in some form of labor for probably two days before I was sent to OB after our last Pre-Birth Class. I had NO IDEA. Clueless about labor, yup that’s me. Friday night was a group of us driving three plus hours so that we could host a paintball tournament for a group of college students. All through Saturday I was uncomfortable, but it was a LONG day, so I figured I was tired. The trip home was horrible. I kept a pillow in my lap because the seat belt was making every bit of miserable worse. Monday I went to work. I remember being SO annoyed because all of my co-workers kept asking me if I was okay. I kept saying “I’m fine” and “No, I don’t need to go to the doctor, that will be in a couple of days”, little did I know what really was going on.
The last eleven years have been crazy amazing. I succeed and fail in a great many ways on pretty well every day. I wish I was better at this than I was, but I know that with God by my side that everything will turn out just fine. I’m doing the best I can, in the best way that I know how.
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