Where Babies Come From

Just two nights ago I was blessed to witness the birth a beautiful and absolutely perfect baby boy.  My heart is so full of gratitude for the remarkable woman that so willingly let me be a part of her sacred moment. My words seem so inadequate to describe such a miracle!

Toward the end of her laboring, this unfathomably strong woman turned to me and reminded me that my husband was to be thanked for their decision to bring another child into their family. Steve had shared some of our story with them at a party one night and it changed their lives. I was asked to retell that story. I could never do it justice. I wish I could get my sweetheart to guest write for me!

I can't get him to write for me so I just feel the need to bring back one of my very first posts instead.

I'm sure as Steve grew up he never envisioned having a family this big. He's the oldest of four children and has exactly six cousins, counting both sides!

 I distinctly remember the conversation about children when we were falling in love. 
He asked me how many kids I wanted and I replied, 
"As many as we have".
 I meant six or eight.

 I asked him the same question and received the same answer. 
He meant three or four.

 But life is awesome like that. You think you know what you want and then.....

Our third child, Miss Brianna, was hard to get here. A very difficult pregnancy that brought some serious health problems. We were told that IF I lived through the delivery I would be lucky and that certainly we shouldn't have any more children....by FIVE different doctors.

  I think Steve was able to come to terms with this.
 After all, having three children is an enormous blessing.
 However, I knew there were more little people meant for our family so this was a difficult time for me.

For several years we tried to adopt.
 We started the process to become foster parents.
 I spent a lot of time on my knees begging for understanding.
 My sweet man did his best to understand me. 

Then one day I had a conversation with a woman who knew someone that knew someone that might be able to help me! That conversation led to a doctor and surgery and we were soon blessed with 
Sir Jake.
 And then Miss Emily.
And then...
I remember so vividly the night I got to announce to Steve that he was going to be an

 

 F.O.S.

 
 He didn't take the Father of Six thing as well as you might expect. 

He was overwhelmed.
 And now it was my turn to try to understand him.

Can I just say how good God is.


 At this crucial time in our lives He sent angels to both of us.

A little angel girl started following Steve around. He would feel her standing behind him at work. He could sense her presence to the point that he had to tell me about her.
 
 Then one day on his commute home he had a vision of himself in heaven, a white-blonde little girl tapping on his shoulder. She was asking him why he didn't let her be a part of the family.

 He started to explain that we couldn't afford her, that our house was too small, that he...
...then he realized that there was no excuse he could live with.

Our sixth child, Miss Sarah, has the most stunning white-blonde hair...
...and seven younger siblings.