Kellan's Story

When Megan was 1 1/2, we decided we were ready for our second, and what we assumed would be our last, baby. We got pregnant after only two months on Clomid, which was so easy compared to our first time around. Unfortunatly, that pregnancy ended in a miscarriage on the day of my first prenatal appointment. We were sad about that, but previous experience taught us that it was God's will and we just needed to trust in His plan. SO....just one more month on Clomid gave us Kellan! We didn't find out for certain Kellan was a boy until he was born, but all along I just felt like I was going to have a little boy. (I don't know if I mentioned this with Megan and Jacksen's stories, but we didn't find out the gender of any of our babies prior to their births.) My pregnancy was very easy and Kellan was born on the very day of my scheduled C-section. His birth was very calm....the calm before the storm. For some reason, I had a very hard time adjusting to two children. I felt guilty that all of my time couldn't be devoted to Megan anymore and nursing was really rough. Kellan preferred bottles and pretty much quit nursing on his own when he was five months old. In many ways, Kellan was our easiest baby and it didn't take long for me to realize that I didn't take anything away from Megan. Rather, I gave her a great gift in her little brother. Kellan was a dream child until he turned three. He slept when he was supposed to sleep, ate whatever we gave him, and played well with his sister. From the moment he turned three until about 3-4 months ago, we had our hands full. He decided bugging his sister and brother and making up his own rules was much more fun than anything his parents had in mind. However, right about the time we thought we couldn't take another day, he turned back into our sweet little Kellan....and not a moment too soon. Jacksen is now three and he seems to be following in his brother's footsteps...Heaven help us!