A Touch of Scarlett, our journey with a rare bleeding disorder

My children mean the world to me. . . . and even though they drive me absolutely crazy, I wouldn't change anything about my life with them and everything we've gone through . . . . But. . . Since I'm writing these stories to share our trials and tribulations I will hold back nothing and be honest by saying I didn't have an instant bond with my second born Walker.  (Please reference previous blog. ... I'm sorry you shouldn't have more kids  for more details on Walkers traumatic birth.) I remember waking up out of post op thinking oh my gosh, I have a son  . . . . and I haven't even held him yet.  When I did finally hold him for the first time, it just felt kind of weird . . . . I remember thinking WoW, I just almost died . . . . and now I have this baby!  I remember my husband walking in with him grinning from ear to ear with HIS new son in his arms.  I felt like Walker had already lived so much of his life and I hadn't been a part of it. I was stil...