Pregnancy gives me insomnia. At 3:30 am I woke up and just laid in bed thinking about how much our little family has been through over the past 2 weeks. I got out of bed and had to go and check on my girls. I crawled into bed with my sweet sleeping Elle. There she was all cozy in her bed having sweet dreams and sucking her thumb without a care in the world. I just snuggled right up to her. There is something so sweet and innocent about a sleeping child. Especially when that child is your own. Nothing can compare. I kissed her rosy little cheeks and then moved on to my sweet sleeping Gwen. Couldn't crawl into her crib but believe me, if I wasn't 6 feet tall and 5 months pregnant, I would have. I just leaned over and kissed her little forehead and watched her little chest go up and down with each breath. What a blessing it is to see that after seeing her just one week ago attached to so many machines that had to do it for her. This morning Elle and I had a quiet minute together. The accident came up and she started to talk about it. She said, "mama, when Gwen was hit by the car and you were on the ground holding her, I said a prayer that my baby sister wouldn't die. And mama, I felt inside of me that she would be OK." My eyes welled-up. She had never told me that sweet little incident. These little ones are much more in-tune with spiritual things. They are so innocent and so pure. I was again reminded that miracles do happen and that our family was the recipient of one. I want to be thankful and forever mindful of how blessed we are. We have eachother.
Pregnancy gives me insomnia. At 3:30 am I woke up and just laid in bed thinking about how much our little family has been through over the past 2 weeks. I got out of bed and had to go and check on my girls. I crawled into bed with my sweet sleeping Elle. There she was all cozy in her bed having sweet dreams and sucking her thumb without a care in the world. I just snuggled right up to her. There is something so sweet and innocent about a sleeping child. Especially when that child is your own. Nothing can compare. I kissed her rosy little cheeks and then moved on to my sweet sleeping Gwen. Couldn't crawl into her crib but believe me, if I wasn't 6 feet tall and 5 months pregnant, I would have. I just leaned over and kissed her little forehead and watched her little chest go up and down with each breath. What a blessing it is to see that after seeing her just one week ago attached to so many machines that had to do it for her. This morning Elle and I had a quiet minute together. The accident came up and she started to talk about it. She said, "mama, when Gwen was hit by the car and you were on the ground holding her, I said a prayer that my baby sister wouldn't die. And mama, I felt inside of me that she would be OK." My eyes welled-up. She had never told me that sweet little incident. These little ones are much more in-tune with spiritual things. They are so innocent and so pure. I was again reminded that miracles do happen and that our family was the recipient of one. I want to be thankful and forever mindful of how blessed we are. We have eachother. 
