Look who's back in town! It was a hard decision but after I failed moved to Fargo from Williston, ND it was time to come home. Believe me when I say that was hard coming back to WA. I loved the people, the environment and the lifestyle we had created there. I was revisiting my memories of living in ND and thought to myself, why? Why did God make it that we needed to come back to WA? Well as usual he had a reason. Smiles.
We got back into town July 25th, 2015. I can't believe it has almost been a while year since turning that page. It was a little ruff moving back to WA; moving in with family, no jobs and little money. But it all worked out within a month and a half of moving back home we found a place, my husband got a job and kids were enrolled for another year of school. Upon all this excitement we found out we had another little person coming (Yay)!
I know it's been a year since my last post about birth, school and life. But there has been so many changes and challenges since then. If moving a family of six wasn't hard enough and finding new jobs and a place to live. Let's try adding on in the summer before school for my kid and during school for me. So I took that out the equation for a while until we could get settled again.
In the mean time I learned some friends and family were expecting and I was invited to a few births, I couldn't be more excited. I mean in Williston I had three jobs and a women's group plus I was going to school and raising a family. So I was sore itching to do something but then I attended the birth of a dear friend. Her birth didn't go as planned. Unfortunately she left behind her sweet family with a precious newborn baby girl. This woman was incredible, really there is nothing I could say about her that would give her justice to how beautiful a person she was. I learned how easily life can be taken for granted and take you by surprise.
This left me thinking about my choices and left me in a pretty bad place for a while. I still question what happened that day and what could have been done, but I come up with nothing. I believe that my sweet friend wouldn't have wanted me to carry the pain and be stagnant. Rather carrying knowledge and wisdom to help another. Love you J!
I press on. After months of reflection and a growing belly, I was invited to another birth. I missed that one and was heartbroken but I was also scared that I was not ready. So I believe that even though I was ready to hop in my car and fly, God knew it was not time.
A few more months pass by and I am invited to another birth. This time I felt better. I had started working a job, found my kids a good daycare and we were set. It was a beautiful birth. Sweet little baby girl and a powerful mama, they both worked really hard together. So my passion is rekindled and my life renewed.
