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And Then There Were Three…

It's been a while since I last wrote a blog post. The last few months have been a whirl wind. The weeks leading up to my scheduled C-section were busy and stressful to say the least. But on March 4, we welcomed our sweet baby Joshua Alan into the world. The procedure went very well (compared to when I had Trenton and had to battle postpartum preeclampsia). We are so thankful for the doctors and nurses that we had. It made this birth experience much calmer and easier than the last.

After a three day "honeymoon" in the Mother/Baby unit, we headed home to start the task of caring for our baby in the real world. It immediately clicked: There are now three little boys to take care of. Honeymoon over!! Reality begins! Our days have been filled with crying, no sleep, more crying and whining--and that's just me and daddy. We were blessed to have help from our parents for the first three weeks postpartum. But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end and we are now on our own again.

Even with this being my third child, it has been a bit of a struggle physically and emotionally for me. Many times fear and worry have tried to grip me. I find myself constantly looking over in the co-sleeper and checking to make sure he is breathing.  I also find myself waking to every little sound that he makes. I am pretty sure it's a common feeling with many moms that have new babies to care for.  Those concerns, on top of a lack of sleep, will leave you drained at the end of the day.  However, as I continue to heal, I am grateful for how God has taken care of us and blessed us. Motherhood has helped me to grow into the woman I am today. And as I walk into this next chapter of my life story, I know that God will continue to mold me through these life experiences.

As for the rest of the family, everyone seems to be adjusting to the change for the most part. The boys are truly excited about having a baby brother and I am so thankful for that. I was not sure how they would react to having another child vying for my attention. Our biggest concern is that the middle child, Trent, does not pick up or accidentally hurt Joshua in his quest to "help". But so far, so good.

Our journey as a family of five has begun and I can't wait to see what God has in store for us! Send up some prayers for us!

Meeting for the first time!
Mr. Joshua Alan Crowe
One month old!


  1. Praise God!! What a joy to have a new member in the family. I know for sure there will be some exciting days ahead. I thank God for the way of pray. He has allowed me to be there with you at all three births. So continue to be the godly mother you are. Love you all your mamma


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