My sweet baby girl is 6 month old. It is so hard to believe. I know that is something every mother says and is always said with sad undertones but for me it is so true. She is my fourth and final baby. She is so special. My rainbow baby. If you don’t know what that means, it is a term given to babies conceived after a miscariage or stillbirth. She has a big brother, Thatcher, who made the way for her. I was so scared through my pregnancy with her. Thatcher died at 19 weeks due to chord damage. It wasn’t preventable; it was just one of those horrible, random things. Knowing that made it harder when i found out Wren was on the way. At any moment she could be gone. The creation of life seemed so much more fragile and precious after i lost Thatch. I knew how easy it could go. I am thankful for the short time i got to spend with him. I was lucky in that i was able to hold him, sing to him, talk to him, and say goodbye to him. A lot of women don’t get that closure but the Lord knew my issues with it and though it was the hardest thing i have ever had to go through He made it possible for me to experience my child in a way that i would be able to look back and feel it all completely. ANYWAY, back to Miss Cricket…. She is BEAUTIFUL, sweet, intense, happy, ticklish, funny, and smart. I adore her. I am so thankful for her. She is the perfect completion to my family.