I swear the only people who read my blog are family and friends I talk with everyday and/or am friends with on facebook. That being said, I believe everybody who reads this blog already knows the wonderful news I'm about to share, but just in case there are any lurkers out there (and if there are, please delurk so I can say hi) I'm here to fill you in.
Last Thursday in the mad morning rush, I was standing on the stairs with Boushka in my arms. My older kiddos were at the top of our stairs and I was trying to talk to them about.... something, I don't remember what exactly. As I attempted my step down off of the stairs, I actually fell down the stairs. I thought I was on the bottom stair stepping onto the floor, but it turns out I was a few stairs up and I lost my step on the way down.
The floor right at the foot of our stairs is hard wood. It's the only hardwood in our whole house (however, we do have other hard surfaces, namely tile) and I happened to crash land on it with a baby in my arms. Luckily, my "mommy" side took control and I immediately cupped my babies head so she didn't suffer from the impact. In the meantime I managed to contort my body in some manner where I hit the right side of my belly on the floor. I really don't know how this happened because other than that spot on my belly, it was my left side that took the impact. I can still feel the soreness on my left thigh and hip.
After sitting there for about one minute (trying not to cry) trying to comprehend what just happened, I got up and made sure everything was okay with Boushka. I sat down on our couch and almost immediately started feeling crampy in my belly. I tried to think nothing of it, but it kept on. I called my husband to see if he thought I should call the doctor ( he's the one I call when I'm trying to figure out if I'm overreacting). He said if I kept feeling crampy to give the doc a call. Well, 4-5 hours later I was still feeling crampy (not to mention awfully sore).
I amazingly got straight through to the nurse who went ahead and scheduled me for a sono the next day since I said I was cramping. I asked her if this would take the place of my sono scheduled for 10/6 (my 20 week/healthy baby/gender sono)-- she said yes. While I was a little concerned about the baby and me (I honestly thought we were both okay since there's so much stuff between the outside and the baby), I have to admit that I was extremely excited to know if we were carrying a boy or girl. And this was going to happen 5 days earlier than we thought.
So we headed to our sono the next day and we got a great report. Everything they check is where it belongs, looks healthy/normal and appears to be functioning properly. Then, we were able to get a "between the legs" look and I knew immediately what we were looking at. There were three lines--which if you don't know means GIRL!
We are having a baby girl. She's healthy. I didn't appear to have any consequences from all of the cramping (that eventually quit about 48 hours after the fall). She didn't appear to have suffered any harm from the fall. All was good with the world.We left feeling relieved, happy and blessed.
You know, I get a lot of talk from people about prom dresses, boyfriends, the teen years, weddings, blah, blah, blah. But I am being completely honest when I say that I feel nothing but complete joy thinking about my 5 girls. Apparently, somebody somewhere, God, or maybe just mother nature thinks we raise girls well. I guess Matt and I have "girl" stamped across our forehead. To have had 5 pregnancies, in 5 years, result in 5 girls is just wild. And don't worry, I'm not stupid. I grew up with a sister and I know how it can get. But I also know how it can end up. There is nobody in the world like my sister--and to think that my girls will have that times 4 is just beyond anything that I ever could have imagined.
Sure there is a part of me that would love to have a boy-- but it's not because that means anything other than the fact that it would be different (and I'd have a really good reason to shop). It's not because I want a football player, trips to the ER, a "mama's boy," or anything else that many people think of when they hear there will be a baby boy. I would simply like to experience raising a boy--it would just be different. And that's not to say that any 5 of my girls have the exact same personality. They are all different from each other--just as a 6th child, boy or girl, would be different from the rest.
So that's my news. You're all filled in now. And if anybody would like to send a shirt my way that reads,
"Yes, they're all mine! Yes, this one (with an arrow pointing to my belly) is a girl, too! Yes, I consider myself completely blessed! No, Daddy isn't disappointed--he's beyond ecstatic! No, I don't want to hear your opinion--chances are I've already heard it!"
ummmm.... please do so ASAP.
Soon those questions will start and I know that it will get to me. It's not the fact that they want to know if it's a girl, but it's what usually follows that questions that gets me all fired up. If I have to hear one more person ask if "Daddy was disappointed" (or something to that effect), I'm really not sure what I'll do. Their ignorance of what a joy it is to raise girls is not what really gets me upset, but it's the fact that they ask these "daddy disappointed" questions right in front of my (very smart) girls. Why is it that so many people think 5 beautiful, healthy, intelligent girls is such a bad thing? My mind can't even think in that way, so I have a really hard time trying to figure out their way of thinking.
And I'm wondering... do moms of boys get these same gender specific, (sometimes unintentionally) rude comments? Any moms of many boys out there--please tell me if you get lots of stares from people who then ask, "oh, I bet you were hoping for a girl, huh?" Or something similar. Just curious!
Thanks be to God for another wonderful blessing!
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