at 37 weeks, 4 days we delivered two gorgeous, precious little boys. J and B are just perfect and i am hanging in there. my hormones are out of whack, but that will go away. my belly is just gross, but that too will change back. i am exhausted, in love and so happy.
i cried in the delivery room tears of joy of course, but also tears of relief. this journey is over. my babies are screaming and my stomach is being stitched back up. forever. although i have wrestled with the thought of having one more child, having always thought 4 would be great, and just love the thought of a little girl baby, i know this is not a path i will take again.
the pain of infertility is still fresh, the scars still healing, and i want to move on. and spend my sleepless nights hugging my boys and loving them, not begging god that this will be the month. no. from now on, i hope my tears are the joyous type only.
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