I never thought I'd have more than one child. After Emma was born I was completely content. As a mother, I couldn't imagine ever having the ability to love more than one child.
Finally, when Emma was nine months old, we decided to try for number two. I wrestled with my decision. But after thinking about the strong bond I have with my sisters, I knew I wanted Emma to have a sibling. I wanted her to know the love of a brother or a sister.
On the day that Emma turned a year old, I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. We were elated.
Six weeks later, I suffered a miscarriage. I was devastated. I blamed myself.
It took me three years to muster the courage try again.
On our wedding anniversary, June 25, 2005, we learned that we were expecting a baby, once again.
I was cautious. I didn't allow myself to become too excited. I worried for most of my pregnancy...about every little thing and every big thing.
On February 13, 2006 when my water broke at 5:00 pm, I felt a wave of relief rush over me.
At 10:29 pm, I gave birth to my precious Harper Elizabeth.
I am grateful that I had the strength and courage to try again. We couldn't imagine a life without her, and I couldn't imagine Emma not having a sister to share her life.
Wishing my baby a happy birthday and many more!
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