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I posted my multiple miscarriages story here . But I wanted to expand on the story, give more details, and share how I believe God has worked in my life to give me four precious miracles. After my third miscarriage I felt hopeless. Because I'd been told by a few OB practitioners that having three miscarriages in a row happened less than 1% of the time, I figured we were done trying to have biological children. I didn't know if I could emotionally handle another loss; and I didn't think I wanted to find out. Patrick and I had only been married a short time, and we weren't emotionally ready to head down the adoption path either. I felt empty, sad, hopeless, trapped. I was already in my 30's and we had wanted a large family. Now I just wanted ONE child. A friend of mine at work approached me one day and shared her story of infertility and miscarriage. She encouraged me to not give up. She also encouraged me to go to www.babycenter.com and look for online

I started reading blogs a few years back. They inspired me. They helped me think out of the box. They helped me realize I'm not alone (in A LOT of ways). I like reading what others think. It's fun for me. The blogging world is now huge. People share all sorts of thing and are making a living by doing it! I personally entered the world of blogging mainly to keep out of town family up to date on how the kids were doing. Then it became a kind of scrapbook for me so I could keep track of my kids :-)  I started posting some of my posts on facebook and was shocked at how many people read my blog....how many people could relate to me...how many people I could encourage and how many people could encourage me. Strange, but really cool at the same time. Today I am "guest blogging" on a friends blog. She is doing a series on waiting and asked if I would share a small snippet of one of my waiting journey's. Go here if you'd like to read it!

Whoever said, "don't cry over spilled milk" never actually tipped over a bottle of human milk. They should have clarified that with "don't cry over spilled COW'S milk."  And those same people never had to throw away old/bad/allergy-filled human milk either. When Mia was a baby I learned that I had an enzyme in my milk that caused it to taste different after being frozen. Allison never seemed to care, but Mia refused to drink my milk after it had been in the freezer. Once we discovered why she was refusing bottles, she only got the fresh stuff. I had about 85 ounces already in my deep freeze when all this craziness started. And for anyone who has ever pumped, throwing away milk is not easy.  In fact, I couldn't do it. So it has remained in my deep freeze...until now. By the time the twins were born it was already passed the expiration date for frozen human milk. But I still couldn't bear to throw it out.  Today I needed some space and actuall