On Thursday morning, July 3, 1980, my husband Gregg was getting dressed for the day. I was still in bed, having gotten up in the night with our 10-month old son Andrew.  Gregg was telling me what he would be working on that day, when I told him, "I just felt a baby move."

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Gregg looked up and saw that I had my hand on my belly.  "You . . what?"

"I just felt a baby move!" I repeated.  He and I just looked at each other. After all the fertility doctors we had seen, in our efforts to get pregnant with our first child, we couldn't believe that a second "miracle" would just happen.

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Later that day, I saw my doctor, had a pregnancy test and was told that we were expecting another miracle.

Since I had not had a period since before Andrew was born, we had no idea when our second child was due.  Our favorite doctor did some measuring and calculating and judged that our new little one would arrive around February 1, 1981. Another doctor, in that practice, assured us that the due date would be in December, since I could not possibly have felt movement that early.

Matthew, our precious second son, arrived on February 15, 1981. Eighteen months, to the day, younger than Andrew.

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My husband and I loved our first son Andrew so much that, before he was born, I worried about our second child. How on earth could we possibly love a second child as much as we loved Andrew?  Then Matthew was born and we discovered that we could indeed love him, every bit as much as we loved Andrew. Although our love for Matthew was unique, just as our love for Andrew was unique.

Wonderful how that precious Matthew made his way into our hearts, and our hearts just expanded to make room for him.

Amazing how Matthew was so completely different from Andrew!  Such a calm, cuddly baby. When he cried, his cry was so soft, I was concerned that I would not respond quickly enough.