another pregnancy would require careful monitoring. I knew my body wasn’t recovering as quickly as it once had.
But Richard insisted that we could manage.
He promised that things would be different this time. He said he would help more. He said the older children could assist, and we could hire someone to come in a few mornings each week.
I agreed after many conversations, although I was never completely comfortable with the decision.
Our youngest son, Samuel, was born when I was fifty-four.
He was a beautiful baby, with
