It was July, and summertime was busy. I keep track of my "womanly stuff" so that I can discuss any ovarian issues that I might be having with my doctor, given that I had a lemon-sized cyst in my ovary at one time. But, I had forgotten to write it down in June, which left me guessing about July; and, July just flew right on by without me even thinking about it much. I started noticing little symptoms here and there...the tale tale signs of being preggo. And, when I went to check the calendar, it occurred to me that I could be wrong about the dates. Sure enough, when I took the pregnancy test, it revealed a big "yes"...took those two lines no time at all to appear.
We didn't tell anyone until after the first 12 weeks had passed. Then, we discussed it with Lalo a little bit, and allowed her to be the one to tell Mamaw and Nannie and Papaw over the phone..."Mommy has a baby in her tummy."
The big gender reveal was at 20 weeks. I wanted a boy for our first child. When it all boiled down to it, it really didn't matter as long as the child was healthy, but I was a little biased because I had two big sisters growing up, and we just fought all the time. Well, more like they tried to avoid me because I'm 7 years younger than one sister and 9 years younger than the other sister...I was the spoiled little baby in the family ;) So, I envisioned this perfect "big brother protective over big sister" relationship between my children. But, to have a chance at it to begin with, a boy needed to come first. Well, as you know, most things don't happen as you plan; so, we had a girl first. Which has turned out just fine, because Lalo is such a little "mother" to her little brother ;) Since we already had a little girl, it was for obvious reasons that we would probably hope for a little boy next. However, we had a LOT of little girl stuff (clothes, bedding, feeding stuff, room decor, blankets, etc.), which made us lean a little closer towards "girl". It seemed like it took forever for the ultrasound technician to find what she was looking for ;) I didn't think I could wait another minute when she said, "It's a boy." I'll never forget the excitement that flew all over my body...girl stuff or not, I got my little boy :)
The morning of my induction, I was nervous...very nervous...what if the induction doesn't take, I have to have a C-section, Phillip has to go back to work, and there's no family around here to help me care for Lalo while on the mend?? Lots of praying! We arrived at the hospital in the wee hours of the morning, and they started the pitocin somewhere between 8:00am and 8:30am. Yeah, that pitocin stuff...I don't know what it's made of, but WOW the contractions! I remember the nurse coming in to check at one point and she said I was only 4 centimeters dilated and I knew I wasn't going to make it. Once the lady with the magic medicine arrived, it was probably only 30 minutes later that Bubby came into the world.
And, I can't believe I'm writing about his 2nd birthday already! Where does the time go? He's such a challenge at this age...we've definitely hit "terrific twos" ;) ...but, at the same time, I wish we could slow down a bit.
Happy Birthday Bubby!