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With a family of seven there are many debates.  Each member having their own personality and opinions.  So you can imagine what occurred when it was time to choose a name for our new little one.  After many months of discussion the list was narrowed down...just in time!


Once again we all piled into the cramped room with great anticipation.  Immediately the doctors began checking for all the things they were unable to see last time.  They had some concerns with the last ultrasound: The baby was measuring unusually small and many organs were not visible.  The weeks that followed had also brought some concern with my blood pressure dropping dangerously low and a few other complications.  Honestly, the last few weeks have been a challenge.  I was worried.  Fearful.  Trying to trust God...but not doing well.  I was reminded by a wise man that such things are beyond my control.  I cannot add one moment to this baby's life.  So after weeks of stressing it was time to trust the one who gave this gift to us.  Not trust Him to do what I wanted... but to walk alongside me no matter what.  This lesson seems to be an ongoing struggle.  But I'm learning.  Slowly.

After all the measurements were taken the doctor let us know that everything looked PERFECT!!!  Baby is growing right on target and seems to be in great health.

It was time for the big reveal...the kids could hardly stand it. =)

Welcome to our crazy family Adelynn Faye (Adel/Addy)!!!  We love you already!


Until then...
Jessie


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