I remember after Declan died and Bryce started school, I watched as mothers carried their infants to pick up their children at school. I often envisioned trying to figure out how to get a baby and a two year old into pick up their brother. I ached for the chance for chaos. I slept well. I had time to think. It was though nothing had happened. I had been pregnant, miserable with nothing at the end but heartbreak.
This time as I take my kids to school I have to pack up a baby. It makes life much more crazy. Do I dislike it? Not even a little bit.
I don't mind changing diapers at three in the morning...even though I have to pry my eyes open and feel I am walking through an ocean.
I don't mind carting the heavy carrier around to and from the car.
I don't mind the crying.
I don't mind the hard work.
I don't mind the laundry.
I don't mind any of it.
I love being a mom. I realized how much as I brought Oliver home.
My kids were so excited to have their brother home. I know they were worried...I don't blame them...I was too.
I have tried to take some photos to document this amazing little life we were blessed with...but I wish I knew what I was doing with the camera my sister lovingly gave me. I still have a lot to learn.
Here are some of my favorites... (the lighting wasn't awesome so they aren't the best)
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| My boys |
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| Oliver's big brother |
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| Christian's baby boy |
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| Oliver's daddy |
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| Oliver's big sister |