My Paulina

(This post took longer to get to than I ever expected but that is pretty much the norm when you add a second child into the mix. Your priorities are quickly rearranged and look something like this: feed children, dress children, feed self, dress self, bathe children, bathe self...maybe. "Update blog" falls somewhere between "use the restroom regularly" and "vacuum the stairs." I suppose today I just figured that I can always vacuum the stairs tomorrow.)

I was going through old notes in my phone the other day. To clear up some space I began deleting things like shopping lists, mystery phone numbers and addresses that were now meaningless and I came across something I wrote on September 25, 2012. Here is what I said:

"...you've got to weather the storm if you want to experience the rainbow. Well, I've been standing here, right in the middle of it all waiting for that rainbow. Quite frankly, I'm tired of getting wet. There is something to be said about the warm, dry feeling of quitting. Of moving on."

I'm not surprised I wrote this. I've had a lot of bad days on this journey to have my children. There are more bad days then I would like to admit. And with everything we've been through over the past six years, no one would have blamed me for quitting; accepting my life and the size of my family as it was and moving on.

But on November 7, 2013 I was so very thankful for not giving up. And thank you, my Paulina, for not giving up on me.

Paulina Mae 

11/7/13

8 lbs 1 oz, 21 inchs

So. Worth. It.