It's been one year, today, since I found out I was pregnant with baby number three. So many things started going through my mind. Can we afford another baby? Can I mentally handle another baby? I thought we were done. I didn't want another baby. How would I handle another baby? I was working crazy hours at a very demanding jobs, I just didn't see myself having the time for another baby. All the doubts of if we were going to be able to handle this haunted me on a constant basis.
About a month into my pregnancy I started having this strange feeling. The feeling that I was going to miscarry. I just had this feeling that I would NOT be able to handle three kids, and God doesn't give you what you can't handle, so I just had this feeling that something was going to happen and I was not going to go full term with this baby. Every day I tried to imagine how I was going to be able to handle what was in store for me in 9 months...
Then that's when the news came. I found out that Grace had a little something extra. As a matter of fact, at that point her name was going to be Lily, or Olivia even. But once I found out that I was having a girl, and that she was going to have Down Syndrome, I knew I was meant to have this baby.
A year ago, I would have never thought I would have an unimaginable love in my life. Grace! A little blessing she definitely is.