The old ways of living, the outdated patterns and systems we put in place cannot sustain evolving family dynamics. Such an effort would be as foolish (to use the words of Jesus) as putting a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, or putting new wine in an old wineskin.
So for us having two minis wasn’t enough but 5 was too many. A comfortable number was somewhere between what we both grew up with.
Labor and delivery was much less intense compared to our first experience; however, Jaclyn did miss her window of opportunity for an epidural by minutes. I’m fairly certain that the nursing staff wasn’t completely honest with us regarding the whereabouts of the anesthesiologist.
Jaclyn and I were married only a couple of months when the doctor confirmed what EPT already told us – yep, we’re pregnant. (FYI - dozens of home pregnancy tests = the price of a doctor’s visit. Lesson learned.)
Jaclyn and I have three wonderful “minis” – Naomi (10), Elijah (8) and Abigail (4). All three pregnancies were physically hard on Jaclyn’s body, but the third was the most challenging of all. I was naïve enough to believe pregnancy got easier with each successive kid, how foolish I was.
Initially I thought what would be a 12- 18-month process start to finish, has now officially taken three years – and we’re not quite to the finish line yet (#10 on the wait list; #1 for a boy).