Grateful

What a miracle the arrival of a brand new baby is. And I got to experience it one last time. Nothing compares. We had a few unexpected bumps during Logan's labor--my blood pressure struggled to keep up, dropping to 55/34 at it's lowest point, and I had too much bleeding afterward. Things got a little fuzzy more than once, but thankfully, they took care of me without alarm and aside from the physical effects I felt during the process, Logan and I emerged just fine. He is perfect and I know there's a reason he came to our busy family. In the past, I have left the hospital feeling overwhelmed and wishing I could stay in the cocoon of the hospital for a longer time. This time, however, I came home feeling encouraged and almost excited. I felt ready to move forward with our new family. What a surprising blessing. I also hadn't really considered that something could go wrong that might keep me from returning home again. I am immensely grateful to be here with Rick and each of my kids. It's an enormous responsibility to raise children together in these trying times, but it's also a beautiful process that I wouldn't want to miss. I'm humbled to be here to do it.