Neither my husband nor myself is an only child. We are both the older sibling to a younger brother, and when we discussed having a family, there was never a question about having more than one child. We never talked about how many we wanted, but we were certain we’d have at least two.
I became pregnant soon after we married and was brimming with excitement. We painted the nursery green and decorated it with the Fisher Price Rainforest theme. I even commissioned the art teacher at the middle school where I taught for three paintings to hang on the walls. After all, the nursery would be used by more than one child, and I did not plan to paint the room with each subsequent baby.
With our first, there was no question – we definitely wanted to find out the gender. At 20 weeks they told us it was a boy, and we eagerly filled dresser drawers with blue outfits, hats, and socks.
When our oldest was 8 months old, we discovered we were expecting again. My mother’s intuition had me so convinced #2 was a boy (unlike my first pregnancy where I had no idea one way or another), that my husband and I found the perfect set of bunk beds on Craigslist. The ultrasound proved I was right (of course), and these two boys are the best of friends. (They’re only 16 months apart.)
To our surprise, we discovered that we were expecting again soon after baby #2 turned one. This pregnancy was different than the other two; so much that I was convinced I was having a girl. When the ultrasound revealed differently, it was a blow. I got over myself, however, and now I could not imagine life without my happy, goofy, youngest son.
We thought we were finished having kids after baby #3, but it seems the universe had other plans, and we are happily looking forward to baby #4’s arrival in November of 2014.
“Maybe this will be your girl.”
“I hope it’s a girl.”
Those phrases are repeated over and over as we’ve shared our good news with family and friends. As I heard these statements again and again, I realized my hopes are not tied up in the gender of this baby, but in the hopes that we will have yet another healthy child. (As cliche as that sounds, I really will be happy with a healthy baby.)
So the decision was made. I will be having my 4th caesarean section at Palmetto Baptist Hospital sometime within the first few days of November. And when we pack for the hospital, along with my comfy slippers and toothbrush, I will pack a blue outfit and a pink outfit. This is our last baby, and I am so excited we chose not to find out the gender until the birth.