something good
The day prior to this could have been too much.
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Doctor going for walks forty mins past due.
Glucose take a look at.
Rhogam Shot.
Nap interrupted. Again.
Wild Child.
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however come what may it wasn't
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Doctor reviewed my surgical chart from previous c-segment and determined I'm honestly now not a candidate for a v-bac despite the fact that I'd wanted to be.
It seems that they had some trouble getting Wells out and needed to make a vertical incision on pinnacle of the horizontal incision on my uterus.
So I felt that the choice become in God's hands and now not mine and I felt higher approximately that.
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We picked a date.
An reliable holy crap I'm having every other toddler on that date date.
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Wells threw my shoe over the railing upstairs directly to the primary ground.
I gave her my toughest mother look and said
"Wells that is NOT okay. We do NOT throw things over the edge like that"
"NO MA'AM"
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She directly walked backwards slowly into her room, hid behind her door and stayed there for a couple of minutes.
She positioned herself in time out.
I became so proud of her.
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And I got to photograph a modern beautiful infant woman!