No one wants to hear me recount my story or be near me when I go into even the slightest detail of my experience of birthing Will one year ago. I have learned that lesson very clearly. Not that others' feelings or reactions actually stop me (or my husband) when we feel so lead, but it is something we try to limit to only necessary conversations.
What no one can stop me from telling is the miracle that our little boy who "looked like he went through a boxing round" (quote from a NICU doctor) has turned out to be. We are so very thankful for the blessing of Will!
Lord help me if I ever decide to go down this road again... It is so hard to see the truth and feel the hurt of these birth pictures as well as see the drug-induced daze and pain that my eyes portray.
Regardless, we are blessed to have a healthy one year old thriving boy today!
Love,
Aly
Much dreaming and many words are meaningless. Therefore stand in awe of God.
Ecclesiastes 5:7

