Redefining Crazy: January 2009

Eisha tagged me and since I don't know what to do, I'll just make up my own rules which is how I like to roll anyway...

This is a story about when our last baby was born with a little back story:

I never thought I'd have more than two kids and that had really always been the plan...even before I got married. I knew I wanted more than one because I was a very lonely, only child, painfully shy as a result and didn't want to do that to my child. But three wasn't even on my radar. I took Clomid with the first two boys and my OB said that I would probably never get pregnant again without it so, after they were born, we decided that I would not go back on the pill but I wasn't going to take Comid again either. What the OB failed to tell me was that it increases the chance for twins and I'm hear to tell you that if I had ever had twins, I'd have packed my bags the minute I found out and moved right back in with my mother. It's obviously a non-issue so we'll move on. We figured we'd take our chances and if it was the Lord's will that we have another baby, then we would. I was, after all, very happy and fulfilled. Some would disagree due to my inability to control my emotions when I saw a pregnant friend. Pregnant strangers didn't phase me but let one of my friends get pregnant or have a baby and I was a blubbering mess...in a good way. So, a year or three went by and the occasional conversation took place between me and either hubby or my oldest about if mommy should have another baby. Then the conversations turned into a decision for me to make, so...I had talked to them but I had never taken it to the Lord in prayer. Sitting on the side of my bed one day, I just said it out loud: "Lord, I think I want to have another baby and if it's Your will, then let it happen". That was it, word for word. Short and sweet. I figured that would be the end of it because I was already 41 years old and had about an egg and a half left so the chances were pretty slim. I stood up and went on with my day. A couple months later, I was walking down the stairs and suddenly had to pee for like the third time that morning but this particular time had a certain familiarity about it. I actually said outloud, " I haven't had to pee like this since the last time I was pregnant", haha. (And all of this happened in a matter of about 5 seconds) Well, I stopped dead in my tracks on the 4th step, and since the cat's out of the bag that I talk to my self out loud, a lot, I whispered "noooooooooo". I stood there for a second and turned around and ran back up the steps and into my bathroom, grabbed an old EPT out of my vanity that had been there for about 3 and a half years and headed for the potty. Hubby was in the basement and there was no doubt...I saw two lines. I yelled for him like the house was on fire. He came running and there was no "I have something to tell you" or "I've got great news". I stuck that stick right in front of his face and yelled OH MY GOD!!! I don't even think he said anything. He just ran out the door to CVS to get another test. I personally think the 2-pack was overkill but I obliged. (This is turning out to be longer than I had planned but I'm too far in to stop now...)

So, I called my OB and they couldn't see me for 2 days so I went to the health department. I thought I was going through menopause and didn't want to get my hopes up. Nope, you're pregnant!! I went home and put on maternity pants.

Thirteen weeks later, I went for my 16 week ultrasound and was asked if I wanted to know if we were having a girl or boy. Well, yeah!! Ooooooh, you mean right now??? But, my husband...I wasn't supposed to find out til...I can't wait 4 more...and he's not...I told him he didn't have to.....but I thought that...what do I do.....what do I do....ok, tell me. It's a boy!! I had had my other two at this same practice so they knew my family and history and everybody was so excited that we were having another boy. Except me. I had psyched myself up so much to be prepared if they told me it was a girl that I was disappointed when they said it wasn't. I faked excitement til I got to the car and broke down into tears. I called my best friend who also has three boys and she talked me through it and I was over it by the time I got home. So, now we come to the point of my story which is going to be much shorter than the supposed "short" back story. The time for delivery had come and although my last delivery was a c-section due to the cord being around his neck, I was able to have a V-BAC, aka: vaginal birth after cesarian. YAY!!! (First let me say that my older boys are blonde like my husband so all my boys should be) So, at 9:40 that night I started pushing and about 15 minutes and 10 pushes later, when the head popped out, my mid-wife says "This one has dark hair like you".

Well, I just about had a panic attack right there. (I thought that meant it was a girl) I tried to sit up and said "WHAT???" But all my boys have blonde hair. They said it was a boy!! All I could think was that if it's not a boy, you just better slide it right back in til it's done cause I ain't havin' a girl!!!

Two minutes later...

Well, what do you know. A dark haired little boy. And he looks just like me. Our little gift from God. What a blessing to know that the Lord knows us better than we know ourselves and when the time was right, He opened my heart to the idea of another baby and when I took it to Him and asked that His will be done, He blessed me with the greatest blessing of them all. And now we are 5.

Jenny Hodges, Kim Jarrett, Rebekah Gregg and Penny Nordin...YOU'RE IT!! Give us a little insite as to who you are and don't forget the pictures!!