The Truth about our "Blessing"
Our fifth baby started forming in my womb seven months after my husband underwent a vasectomy. Maybe the procedure didn't work. Maybe we didn't wait long enough. Eighteen months later and we're still not sure. I tried so hard to blissfully enjoy the pregnancy, but ended up overdue and begging for an induction. I endured a painful labor and an even more painful recovery. There were bleeding complications afterwards, an injured tailbone, and severe postpartum depression. It's only now, that baby Grace is three months old, that I can share these details. On social media I posted photos of my brand new baby with lovely captions such as, "The baby I didn't know I needed." But the truth is, I was only able to share such precious words when she was finally asleep in my arms after crying for hours. Only after I asked God for forgiveness for yelling at my other kids, as I was suddenly a stressed out, unkind version of myself. My REALITY versus what