It seems like only yesterday when I sat waiting, not really worried, in the bathroom…on the phone with hubby at work, while we awaited the results of my home pregnancy test. Never once did I seriously think about getting pregnant so late in life. I was gearing up to become a grandma…way later down the road. But a mom…all over again? Never!
Well, here I am fifteen months and two weeks later, and my sweet little angel lay in her crib…having her afternoon nap. For more than two years, Hubby and I had been going at it like…well, Rabbits, never even worrying about getting preggo. In fact, we really didn’t think we could, for various and different reasons. Were we ever wrong! : ) And, now…looking back on this past 6 months since baby Nixi has blessed our world, and that of her older siblings, I know that God knew all along that we were meant to be her parents and she was meant to be our baby. Our little darling; we couldn’t imagine our life without her. To us…she is a miracle. But, then again, to parents everywhere, I’m sure their babies are little miracles too.
I’ve been blessed with four Miracles in my life: three in birth and one in true love. And although nothing in life is ever perfect; I have to believe that life is what we let it become…even more than we ever imagined. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself having a baby after 40; after my two other kids are…no longer kids. But, God knew, she would be just what the doctor ordered. We love her more and more every day. Our cup runneth over.