I have to say I wasn't expecting this little boy to come into our lives. It is common knowledge that we, as in Steve, had a little procedure done because we thought we were done having kids. We had 6 afterall.
What is so amazing is that literally days before I took the two pregnancy tests that confirmed we were going to have another baby, we had been talking about how we had jumped the gun. What were we going to do for Ian on holidays while his sisters were away? What was his life going to look like when there was such an age gap?
Let's just say we had a little intervention. We tried to plan our lives the way that we thought was the best. We were wrong. God had bigger plans for us. Isn't that the way it goes.
I had started a new medication, and even though I had given birth to five babies, I thought an anti-depressant could screw up my period. I know, I know. Denial at its finest. I actually thought that. Menopause also went through my head. I was 36. I have to say that when I saw the first little pink line 2 years earlier with Ian, I thought life had given me one too many blows to the head. Hence the need for anti-depressants. The second little pink line, it sent me to bed where I stayed until Steve got home. He walked in, and I held them up. He looked like he was going to pass out.
I threw-up for nine months and...
That was the beginning of Evan's journey. He has filled our lives to the rim. We couldn't have asked for more. Tonight I said his prayers, and thanked God for giving me this little person. He is my little miracle, and as most of you know, he continues to miraculously survive everyday.
Happy Birthday, Evan Daniel. I love you, baby.
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