I remember lying on that bed/table/uncomfortable thingy in the doctor's ultra sound room, mentally chanting to myself,
"Please be a Girl. Please be a Girl. Please be a Girl."
I remember hearing someone say "It's a boy".
I remember disappointed tears falling down my cheeks.
I remember my husband being annoyed at me for them.
It was a memory-filled day ladies, let me tell ya.
Already having two girls, I felt like I had finally mastered mothering the "gentler sex". What was I going to do with a man-child? And not just any man-child. My man-child. The doubts, dread, and deep dreams filled my mind for days. I finally let go of the hope that maybe the doctor had made a mistake and resolved to muster as much positivity about my impending posterity as possible.
Months slowly passed. By the time we reached the hospital and were settled into our birthing suite, I proclaimed to the world (well, only those within earshot), "This boy better be good lookin'!" With difficulties and trials far greater than my other babies had brought me before they left the womb, I was anxious to see the "fruit" of my labors. Literally.
Before that day, I'd never experienced Love At First Sight. Shocking, considering how I've been known to wear my heart on my sleeve.
Then I saw him.
My little boy.
My little Cole.
And the world stood still.
And I'm so thankful.
And I'll forever kick myself for hoping for a girl.
And my, oh my, is he ever good lookin'!
Katy is a musically inclined mother of three who loves life, her husband Dave, and cheesecake. Ahhhh....blessed cheesecake. Her fun-filled roller coaster of thoughts can be found at http://www.ourdaisylife.blogspot.com/ Admission is always free.