Adding a baby to our household was both incredible and terrifying all at the same time. We had some big adjustments to make at first, mostly just typical normal stressors of family life, with a few bumps in the road. But nothing we didn’t overcome and tackle quickly. Afterall, we’re strong! Our marriage is strong! Our kids are strong!
We got into a great routine and things were pretty smooth sailing. We loved being a family of five. Norah was sleeping through the night. She was so laid back and “verbal” and such a pleasant baby. Addy and Sydney were thriving as biggest and middlest. Hank and I were doing pretty great juggling work and home and family and fun. Every single day I would send Hank a text at work, or verbalize to him once he arrived at home, that Norah was the greatest thing that could have happened to our family. Addy had filled our hearts, Sydney had expanded our hearts, and Norah had completed our hearts. I was so content and felt totally complete. WE were complete.
However, my fears and concerns, that occurred prior to pregnancy, continued. Everyone assured me that she was fine, doctors assured me that she was healthy. She was healthy. Yet I still kept thinking something was wrong or that something would happen to my sweet baby Norah. Maybe it’s just hormones. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe.
Spring and early summer were busy. On March 17th, we celebrated our 8th anniversary. We felt so thankful and lucky. Next was Easter weekend (where many family members met Norah for the first time), followed by Norah’s Baptism/Addy’s First Holy Communion weekend (where more family members met Norah for the first time), another start to camping season, Mother’s Day, end of the school year, Sydney’s birthday, Addy’s birthday.
Life was pretty incredible! 
This Little Light of Mine 