My last littles

A year ago this week I had Jude. She was born 4 weeks early. It was a rough pregnancy and I had complications the entire time. I had been having contractions for weeks and had been in and out of the hospital. My doctor was certain that I wouldn't make it to full term. That week the girls and I were outside and I was filling up their baby pool with water. The grass was longer than usual and as I walking I looked down and almost stepped on a huge snake! I screamed (I'm terrified of snakes) and jumped over it. My stomach immediately started contracting and was getting worse. This continued for hours and the next day I was very uncomfortable and I knew I needed to go to the hospital. I was 35 weeks pregnant. The next morning I had a c-section and Jude was born on June 4th at 9am. She was so tiny, to me, and had a hard time breathing in the beginning. She stayed in the NICU for a very LONG week. We were so thrilled when she was able to come home and meet her sisters.

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I guess I'm feeling pretty sad that my little June Bug is turning one this week. Honestly, I was overwhelmed and a bit depressed when I found out I was pregnant with our third child. This came as huge surprise to us both and it took me a little while to come around. The thought of three children terrified me and I didn't know how I was going to do it all. I'm not the most pleasant pregnant person to say the least. Looking back, I was selfish and should of felt so thankful to be given another child. Now we have three little girls and I wouldn't change it for anything! I would love a fourth daughter! Lets not get crazy though!