Post by Yvonne de Somerville on May 18, 2011 16:17:20 GMT -5
I was ready for a child, I knew I was, more then anything this time. I thought about it over and over, about each time I had lost a child and why and the only conclusion was that I must not have been ready. In those days I judged whether my husband and I would make good parents or whether I could truly handle the responsibility. Sure I had almost completely raised my siblings but this was different this was my own child now. Four of them I had almost had, four I had lost too soon to have the feelings that a mother has when she is with child. This one had just begun to move and kick about, to show its shape in my belly. I was ready for this one. I knew that my life would be complete once I had this child and now none of my husband's family could second guess my place at his side.