Abel's Birth Story

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Abel is my sweet little boy. He's five weeks old now (May 2019) and I have very tender feelings towards my sweet boy. With Addie, his big sister, it took me longer to feel easygoing and content. I was more focused on keeping her and myself alive. But I've been a lot healthier after Abel's birth, and a lot of it has to do with his birth.

I always knew I wanted to have babies close in age. Not all the babies, but at least the first two. My older sister and I are 21 months apart, and I loved having a sister slightly older than me so I had a built in best friend.

A little after Addie turned a year old, we started talking about when we wanted to have another baby. We'd imagined not having our first for years after we got married, but since that party had already started, we decided to invite some more friends. Taylor was more hesitant, I think because he was still pretty traumatized from Addie's birth and seeing me in so much pain. He also wanted to wait until we lived in a bigger house, and we were about to move.

As we fixed up our house, we kept talking. I didn't want to wear Taylor down until he agreed, but that might be what ended up happening. Who knows. One day he said we should go for it, and I don't know if it was to shut me up or because he was ready.

So we started trying and nothing happened for a little while. Not like a long while, but enough that I was starting to get annoyed that we got accidentally pregnant with Addie and now that we wanted to get pregnant on purpose, nothing was happening.