I didn’t plan to have a fourth child. Life was stressful enough parenting three, teaching school, and settling in from a recent move.
In my eyes, I couldn’t handle another kid. The timing was lousy. What was God thinking? Even though I already loved the child growing in my womb, I stewed for nine months.
Money was tight, my life was busier than ever, and kids were all up in my grill–both at school and at home! And then, it got worse.
The baby came… and had her days and nights mixed up. I didn’t sleep for two solid weeks, becoming feverish with mastitis.
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