o what a year...we had moved back into our house in April, had lots of help unpacking and some great meals brought in from friends and we settled back into a reality that we hadn't experienced for awhile. It was great and I felt extremely blessed and fulfilled, feeling like our family, through all of it's trials were feeling at peace and everything was right with the world again. I could finally get into expectant baby mode, which means trying to come to terms that a baby was on it's way. I was still shocked and unprepared, I felt old and out of touch with new, young mothers, but in a way I felt like it would all come rushing back to me, I knew in my heart that I would enjoy having a baby again. She came a little early, waters broke while I was cleaning the toilet (how convenient) contractions hadn't started so i drove myself to the hospital. Then just a few hours later, right after receiving my pain relief and helping Mr. Jewels to not faint (he's not a fan of needles) she was born. It was an experience I had never felt before with my others, not that I didn't enjoy birthing my others, but this one, because maybe she was unexpected, truly felt like a gift from God. She is. If babies all came the way she did, were as cute as she is and so so perfect as she is I would have 20 more. I never wanted her to leave my side, I waited anxiously for the nurses to return her to me every time they took her for a test or what not. I didn't mind being dead tired or that my hair, as greasy and gross as it may be was sticking to my face and out of place, I didn't want to miss a single moment with this little one. I still feel this way. I do get in a shower every once in awhile and I do love sleep and get a few more hours in every night than when she was first born. Every day is filled with snuggles and smiles and laughter, feedings and diaper changes and playing and learning, and the best part is that the older kids love her just as much as I do.