I had recently looked back at my blog and noticed that I hadn't written anything in about three years. My last entry happened to be a half hearted attempt at a birth story for my son. That poor child came into our lives when everything was at its worst and it seemed like there was nothing to look forward to. Except everything.

When I found out I was pregnant with my son my entire world was on the verge of shattering. My former husband came through my life like a freight train that had gone off the rails and I was powerless to stop it. All I could do was claim the wreckage and move forward. I had thought about writing all of it down. Explaining myself for the court of public opinion, finding out how many other women had felt the way that I did, succumbed to desperation the way that I did, failed the way that I did. In the end I know what happened to me and I might revisit it in the future to tell the long tiresome tale of how I went from Muniz to Martin. In all reality, its a very common tale that ends in tears with a midway cliffhanger to be followed by a redemption tale. We have all read that story before, this one just happens to have my characters in it.

Part of what made this section of my life so trying was not only the divorce but my second son, this unplanned, unexpected miracle was also suffering from CHD. It brought me back to where the demise of my marriage actually happened. When everything changed in a matter of 47 minutes and we would never recover. In the midst of everything my husband, Daniel, came in much the same as my former husband left abruptly, but organically and seemingly effortless.

Over the next few entries I hope to do our family justice and actually account it in a way that tells our story for all that it is. The faith, joy, tears, hardships, love and perseverance. Hopefully this is like riding a bike. A daunting emotional bike but a bike none the less.