Father (still) Knows Best

There was a moment (or maybe a few) when I was pregnant with my daughter that I hoped I’d have twins.  I had one of those strange “feelings” that one child was all I would ever have.  It was more than one of those “You did this to me!” moments directed towards my husband.  Rather, it was an internal acknowledgment that somehow, like Melanie in Gone with Wind, I was not built for carrying and birthing babies. Then my baby was born a preemie, all 5 pounds of her, and I realized that my body WAS built for birthing babies. … Continue reading Father (still) Knows Best