Happy New Year to all!
We’ve made it through the Mayan ‘apocalypse’ and I have made it through a rough few weeks with the flu and pneumonia. It seems like getting sick is my Christmas tradition, but this was one was especially bad. Thankfully, it seems to be on its way out. Having been doing a lot of sitting around while sick, I’ve been catching up on my Facebook/Email/UselessReadingThingsOnline. While reading about everyone’s holidays and some sweet Christmas stories, I stumbled upon a couple of personal stories that really hit home. These are two stories from two moms, neither of whom I know personally. I found their stories because they had been shared by friends of friends on Facebook.
First off, I apologize to everyone for my hiatus from blogging. Obviously, I had a baby, and I’ve taken a few weeks just to focus on her when I have quiet moments alone. It’s been eight weeks now, though, and I’ve been itching to write again. So I’m going to start off by simply telling Sutton’s birth story. I have each of my children’s birth story written down somewhere, and I love to be able to go back and remember the details that become fuzzy over time. Also, with each pregnancy, it was fun to look back and see how my doctor appointments went, how dilated I was (or wasn’t), and wonder if the current birth would go like the ones before. This, however, will be my last birth story…