Our journey in life has been filled with rivers to forge and mountains to climb. We have often joked that bad luck followed us, but I see how many obstacles in our life have prepared us for the journey we are now taking. We tried for several years to start our family, but of course, it was a long road. After years of trying to have a baby we finally had a positive pregnancy test on this date last year. It's hard to believe a year has past since we first learned we were going to be parents. I prayed so often asking God to bless us with a baby and asking Him why He wasn't giving us this blessing so easily. I see now how He needed us to go through that struggle to walk the road He had paved for us. I think back to one year ago today with joy and happiness. Bill would get frustrated often when I would take pregnancy tests and in his terms "keep wasting money". In his mind it was never going to happen. But on March 30, 2015 it happened! I remember showing him the positive test when he got home and him replying that it was a mistake. I had already prepared for this response so I showed him a second test I took to prove it was correct. He was excited, nervous, scared, and happy for the news we shared together. We didn't notify anyone else until a few days later because we wanted to enjoy that day together knowing our little baby was getting ready for his or her entrance into our lives. All the hopes and dreams of parenting were running through our minds with such excitement. This day still holds so much joy for me because nothing can ever take away the happiness in my heart when I found out I was going to be a mommy. I see how God needed us to prepare for this blessing of our son. I believe that the fertility struggle we faced was helping to prepare us for the difficult choices that laid ahead. I am so blessed that God chose us to be Daniel's parents and will forever hold dear the day that I found out that God answered my prayer by making me a mommy.
I became a mommy in 2015 to a beautiful baby boy, Daniel John, who taught me the depth of a mother's love and the sorrow of neonatal infant loss.