This is the day I met my third child for the first time. I held her one week later, attempted to nurse her two weeks after that.
After God did a miracle in my marriage, I started dreaming of having another baby. A third child. We were already blessed with a girl and boy and thought we were done.
But then, we fell in love again. And it just seemed right that a baby come from our new union. . .
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