Six Months. . .
We aren't really sure what color Baby's eyes are yet. They change depending on what the lighting is. Sometimes blue-gray, sometimes hazel-green, sometimes a hint of brown. Her hair doesn't seem to be growing much at all but what is there has a tiny tint of reddish. I like to kiss her ears. I love every minute I have with her. Each is a gift, undeserved. Her personality is coming out more - she's not as high energy as Lake was at her age, but not near as laid back as Morgan and Brighton were as babies. I am very content to keep her the baby forever. . .
Though this past week she graduated from the pack-n-play in our room to the little white crib in the girls' room at nights. I miss her already.
When I think back to her nine and half month pregnancy, how horrid it was - if I wasn't very, very sick, I was in a lot of pain. Natural labor doesn't even light a candle to the pregnancies I have. Not even close. Robert and I really wondered if we could survive this past pregnancy. It was a huge trial, to put it lightly. I am still recovering physically from her pregnancy. I am grateful the nights pacing with carpal tunnel are over.
Most of all, I am grateful for every single day of pain and sickness to get her here in my world, in our life.
We never dreamed of baby #8. I could have never dreamed up Haven. . . she is beyond my loveliest dreams.
I am just very grateful. Very.
On Easter Sunday Robert asked Scott if he would take a picture of the two of us when we got home from church. At high noon it was hot and bright so we just got in the shed there by the carport (also pretty bright though!) and took a few - not exactly the prettiest background in the world but some Easter shots we got. None with all ten of us 'cause I didn't even want to try - fun, exhausting weekend and we were all ready to move on to a peaceful afternoon by the creek. We went for the easy of getting all the guys, then all the girls.
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