The littlest one was born 1.25.18, three weeks early, because of an emergency induction. While my story can never be without a little unexpected drama, we are all well and healthy, living this dream. I wanted to make sure to post in case anyone stumbles upon this blog and needs extra assurance that miracles truly do happen, even to those of us who might have felt relatively hopeless at a time.
There are still no logical reasons for all the troubles and the two miracles, but here we are. Anything can happen – and this anything can be sweeter than you could ever imagine. Stay hopeful and flexible, my fellow travelers! My love is with you.