Two days after my last post, Boone Jameson was born. One week after my first hospital stay, I delivered in the same room with the same nursing staff. I opted for a wonderful epidural this time, and I couldn't have asked for a better doctor or labor story.
Here he is at 7 lbs. 4 oz.
Overwhelmed by tears. Thankful for undeserved blessings. God gave me another child to raise, despite my typical human errors.
Boone aged one month:
My family of five spent Mother's Day weekend at the beach, and I felt myself finally awaking from that newborn coma. I think it took longer with the third one. My brain has been short-circuting with the added responsibilities and schedules, but I still enjoy kissing those fresh cheeks dozens of times each day.
There are several moments throughout my days when prayers for patience and grace float up through our rooftop. So far, I'm surviving. I can't believe God has given me this much- a whole, healthy family.