I've been thinking about it for a few days.
I've always said my oldest is the reason I get out of bed in the morning. Ever since saw his little body on my first ultrasound anytime I've been depressed I've willed myself out of bed to take care of my child.
I had prenatal depression when I was pregnant with him and stayed in bed for at least three weeks if not more. Ironically enough he is the only baby I didn't get postpartum depression with.
My daughter, is my miracle baby. For so many reasons...
As Pinterest says, anytime I need a miracle. I look into my daughter's eyes and realized I've already have one.
My third, he is the baby I always wanted. I waited so long for that baby. He was such an easy happy baby.
My fourth, I'm still coming up with that...
My fourth baby completes us.
He completes the chaos.