Thoughts

It is 4:30 in the morning and I can not sleep. I went to my last appointment of this pregnancy yesterday morning (Thursday the 4th). I went there expecting them to check me and see if any of these contractions have helped things along and perhaps to strip my membranes to encourage labor.

That is not how my appointment went.

I had my ultrasound first. The ultrasound tech took numerous measurements of Baby Girl's head and abdomen area. I also got to see her smooshed up sweet face (which so far looks like her big brother but in black and white). She didn't give me any pictures to keep though. BOO!

Then she took me down to the doctors room where I waited for a while despite the fact that the doctor was right there and not with any other patients.

Turns out she was looking at the ultrasound report and I believe she went and talked it over with someone else. She finally came in to the room.

I KNEW by her look she was not going to tell me anything I wanted to hear. The news wasn't the end of the world and I KNOW the ultimate goal is a healthy baby and a safe labor for me BUT I still didn't want to hear it.

Baby girl appears on the ultrasound that her abdomen area is much larger in comparison to her head. This presents a problem when the head is suppose to pave the way for the shoulders. After Thomas' birth she felt that the risk was far too great to chance a vaginal birth. With the vast size difference it was highly likely that her head would come out but the shoulders would be stuck and well that would be BAD.... really BAD.

So she called the hospital and Baby Girl will be born today via c-section.

I have had it in my mind for a while now that she would be born on the 5th. At least I was right about that.

I called the Hubby and let him know what was going on. I came home and we got some things done around the house and packed a bag for the kiddos. We then took them over to his Aunts and Uncles house. They will spend the next day or two swimming, playing, and having an all-around fab time!

Then hubby took me out to a wonderful dinner at Bonefish grill. OH. MY. WORD. there is no description for the ceviche appetizer we had. However, I am pretty sure it is currently to blame for my being awake and not feeling so great. I had the salmon for dinner and it was equally wonderful.

Once we got home after sitting in the parking lot that is better known as 275 north or south, we started putting our room together for a baby to arrive and to pack a hospital bag for me.

We are nothing if not perfected in our ability to wait until the last moment.

Baby Girl- From day one you have started your own story. It feels like I have known you forever and yet we haven't even met face to face. In a few hours though you will come dancing into this world. Into a family that has so much love for you. To a mother that is already in awe of you. To a father that is overjoyed to see you. To a big sister that can not wait to dress you up in bows. To a big brother that has already claimed you as his baby! Your big brother for weeks now has asked literally, every five minutes - When Abby be born? He has taken naps with you, eaten lunch with you, read books with you. He has practiced being gentle and can not wait to hold you.

Father God- despite this not being the labor I imagined, You have always known. I know that in you we are safe. I know that you are with us today, just as you are with us everyday. I can not wait to see and to hold and to touch this beautiful little girl you blessed us with. Truly an unexpected blessing.