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Last week, I did it. I gave away my remaining maternity clothes.
I’ve hung onto them for the past four years. My husband and I just could not decide whether or not to add another child to our family.
Shortly after my sweet daughter’s birth, my husband was all for it. How could you not be, looking at our littlest one sleep during the day?
I, however, was the one up at night with her and her then 2-year-old brother and wasn’t so ready.
The months and years went by. Families we knew grew from four to five.
Each month we wondered, “Maybe.”
During a doctor’s appointment for strept and an ear infection in August 2007, my doctor heard a heart murmur and I was sent to a cardiologist.
The diagnosis: a moderatly leaking aortic valve (In layman’s terms it means sometimes when my heart is pumping out blood, the valve doesn’t always close and blood can flow back in or leak out when it’s not supposed to).
It explained my shortness of breath while running around with the kids and the extreme shortness of breath I had while pregnant with my daughter.
We decided to wait for more testing before going forth with a pregnancy. Though the doctor has said all along I would be fine, we hesitated. Further testing found no other problems, but then again, the doctor said it’s possible my heart condition was brought about by pregnancy.
But last week, as we cleaned out the closet to put in the new flooring , I came across the box of clothes. I realized the decision has been made. I’m closer to 40 than to 30. Both kids are in school and I’m working full-time. We run full throttle in the Reese house, from morning to night. My car is filled with a bag for karate, a bag for swim practice, snacks for driving between activities and home, and, of course, my notes from stories at work. Stuffed in between are paint samples and landscaping ideas as we remodel the house.
Our family - for now - is complete.
