I've touched on it before but I wanted to dedicate an entire blog to those who helped me after my son was born. The first days and weeks were the hardest. Between the soreness, the drainage, the hormones, and the loss of my nephew, I was overwhelmed on a regular basis. I spent a great deal of time in tears asking why Colson had to die. I hurt for my brother and sister in law and I prayed for God to wrap them in His loving arms.
If it wasn't for my husband, mother, sister, best friend, and my aunt I would be lost. My son is my heart, my reason for breathing. He is living, breathing proof of my husband's and my love for each other. I thank God for my precious son.
It's been a rocky five months but my body's healed. I still deal with grief and hormones at times. My poor husband has to deal with my mood swings. He's the best.
So thank you, again, for all your love and support. You're the best.
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