Leo's Birth Story
My Leo, Oh, Leo. You are so loved. You are the baby I didn't know I needed, but literally cannot live without. Let's start at the beginning. It was early morning on February 6, 2018. I was late for my period by one whole day, and historically, that has meant there is a bun in the oven. I took a test during the kids' nap time and sat on the bathroom floor while I contemplated how my life may be about to change in three minutes. I wasn't sure I could do it. Wasn't sure I wanted to, if I'm being honest. Lola was only a year old and continued to be, well, a challenge and very time consuming. Jude was just starting preschool and I felt I already was neglecting him. I really couldn't see how I could love another baby the way a newborn requires with all that I had on my plate. My three minutes were up and I rose from the cool tile to check the test. Two lines. Positive, and obviously so. I took another one--also positive. As I stared at those tests, I be...
