Well, one month ago a perfect baby boy was born. I have been wrestling over the past week about how to record his birth. It has been a traumatic and painful event for me. Which is why I wasn't sure how to write about it. I have a hard time writing about hard things. When I write about hard and painful experiences it makes me feel ungrateful. And I can assure you that I am NOT ungrateful; in fact, I am so grateful I think my eyes might burst.
I have decided to try and write about this experience with as much detail as I can for two reasons.
1. So that I never forget the great miracles that have taken place in my life.
2. So that maybe if someone else ever has to go through the same thing, it might help them by having a point of reference to compare their experiences too.
So I will begin to try and relay the past month. The beautiful, the pretty, the bad and the down right ugly.