Babies are Always Dreams Filled

Great things have happened in my life since I last wrote on this blog. I really did not intend for 4 1/2 months to pass before I posted here again, but blogging got lost in the excitement and business of preparing our hearts and home to welcome a new baby.

 On May 29, we welcomed our baby girl, Diane, into the light and she captured our hearts immediately. In the moment I first held her, several dreams were completed.

Soon after I learned that I was expecting again, I began to dream of having a home birth. I am delighted to say that she was born in the comfort of our own home. The early days after birth, while recovering in my own surroundings in the company of my husband, my son, and my newborn daughter were special beyond my dreams. I did not fully understand what is so special about a home birth until I had experienced it myself. 

I have a daughter. I love my son dearly, and after having a son, I dreamed of one day having a daughter as well. For the first day after she was born, Brenton was doing all the diaper changing and I kept asking him, "You're the one doing the diaper changes, and you are sure we have a daughter?" We did not find out her gender beforehand, and our families are predominately boys.  while I hoped for a girl, I expected a boy.

I get to breastfeed again.  I loved breastfeeding my first baby.  For a long time, we planned on adopting future children, and one of my regrets was that I would not breastfeed another child.    Samuel nursed for 15 months, and it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever done.  It was not easy then, and breastfeeding has not been easy with this baby either.  The specialness of the nursing relationship drives me to persevere.  I am thrilled all over again to nurture my babe in this lovely, God-designed way.

Typical of the life of a mother, I have to cut off abruptly.  Samuel just woke up and my day has begun.

Keep Dreaming On,

Sunny