I have spent the last five years watching my kids grow into little people while my body has tried with all its might to heal. And it's done a fine job but my uterus is not a happy camper. And it lets me know that loud and clear every time my you-know-what comes around. I've been miserable and it landed me in the hospital once, only to temporarily take care of my dilemma. I need a permanent solution. So in one month, I will begin that process. I will soon be joining thousands of other women who've had a hysterectomy and, quite honestly, I don't think I've ever looked forward to something so much in my life. My baby-making days are over. Sigh.

I didn't give that reality much thought until today when I was unpacking and came across an unmarked tote in our living room. I opened the lid and found that it was half full of baby boy clothes - thrifted yellow pajamas Noah wore while in the NICU, the first pair of baby jeans I bought that didn't have buttons up both legs (remember those??) , the knitted jacket Noah wore home from the hospital, and a vintage Mickey Mouse shirt the Mr. wore when he was a baby. These clothes are special. So they will be packed away and saved for my sons to pass on to their sons.
All things must come to an end, I suppose, and this chapter in my life is about to be finished. But I am so looking forward to this new chapter with hope and excitement. I feel like it's the right time for all of this to take place. I'm ready for the future.
--Anna
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