Even though this is my first post on this blog, I'm not going to start at the beginning. Most of you know the beginning and if you don't, well, there's time for that later.
*disclaimer.....I'm not a blogger and I'm not technologically savvy so, bear with me as I learn blog etiquette and formatting skills.
I came home from the hospital yesterday. Since then I've been greeted with multiple Facebook and text messages welcoming me home adding how thrilled I must be to be home with my babies. I'm not.
Being home, while quieter and more comfortable than a hospital, serves as a reminder of all I can't do to care for my children, how very little I even know about my 2 month old son, Brooks, and gives me a glimpse of what life for my family would be like without me.
For those of you who haven't jumped off a ledge yet from my uplifting first blog post..... I do love seeing my babies. They are my life. I fought like hell to bring them into this world. Most importantly, I am so blessed that I have family and friends who could help Wes with the kids, help Brooks develop into the strong baby he already is becoming, and in the long run, if the worst were to happen, I know my family would go on, thrive even, surrounded by people who love and support them.
I just really want to be there too.
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