Hi, Marisela. I gave birth to my third child in August and I am so in love with her! After two fantastic boys (ages 6 and almost 3 now) we wanted a little girl so much, and God graciously saw fit to give us the desire of our hearts. She was a total surprise, and I really wasn't sure I could handle another child. But surprisingly enough, you get the hang of it. I'm not going to lie to you - now that the kids outnumber the parents, it's most definitely more hectic in the house, and it's difficult sometimes to know that all three are getting enough of my attention and diligence. The hardest part for me is actually the noise level. (I'm a quiet person and my children really are not - especially my oldest, who I swear is a fire alarm in a first-grader's body.) But seeing the interaction among my sons and their new sister is priceless, and I so enjoy watching all of them grow up together. I tend not to enjoy my time out of the house with all three of them as much without Daddy with us to help ensure everybody's safety and cooperation, and don't get me started on grocery shopping day. But I've learned so much about my own abilities and about trust, and sometimes I think each of my three cherubs is a better teacher to me than I am to him/her. And how many lessons would I be missing out on if one of them wasn't here?
Now...if I had the chance to do it all again, would I make the deliberate decision to have three? You bet! I wish you and your family of four - or five - the very best. ;) Lots of grace to you.
~ R.