We're having another little girl. I've had a few days to let that sink in. We suspected girl from the very beginning. Everything about this pregnancy felt exactly like Reagan's: unrelenting morning sickness, fatigue, the way I was carrying. I had a few doubts simply because when I gave birth to boys, there were 2 of them, and I had complications from the beginning. So maybe that was why that pregnancy felt vastly different.
Anyway, I had fears and dreams before our big reveal that I was going to have another boy. Not that I wouldn't love another little boy, I would. And I would cherish every second I got to spend being his mother. But because my heart still longs so much to do little girl things. All the things we dreamed of doing with Reagan. All the hair bows and dresses, tea parties and dolls, pink and purple. I long to have a child wear Reagan's little things, use her blankets. Though I know the first time I pull each of those items out it will reopen a wound, cause me to grieve all over again, I hate seeing them hang unused in the closet. All that to say, I knew I would have another moment of grieving if I was carrying a boy...not because of disappointment over having a boy but because of continued hurt over not having our daughter. I mentally prepared for blue balloons to come flying out of my box. I mentally prepared for pink balloons to come flying out of my sister's box.
There was such joy and peace when I first saw my fate: pink. We celebrated this baby girl and all she means to us. I'm in a much different place than when I was pregnant with the boys. Goodness knows I've aged at least 15 years since then! I know God was incredibly wise to give me boys so close to Reagan's death, knew that I couldn't have handled a girl then. But I really am excited to have this precious little one home with us, to add some pink into our lives, to teach the boys how to play gentle and how to care for their baby sister. I am genuinely excited for our daughter and what that will look like for our family. It doesn't take away the pain, not even a little bit, and will probably bring forth more feelings I've buried deep, but I am okay with that.
So...why fear? Where does this fear come to play? Well, it's with being pregnant with another girl. Not having her, not caring for her, but that my body will fail again. I'm at 18 weeks. I have a lot of scary milestones coming up in the next 2 months. I was just going along, not too nervous (probably because I was still so sick all day) until after we learned I was carrying a girl. Nothing changed biologically, there was no increased risk at that point over the day before, but I suddenly find myself interpreting everything. I want to go into the doctor all the time. I find myself coming up with reasons in my head why things might not be okay. I went swimming today, maybe now there's an infection. Warren stepped on me, maybe he squashed her. Dean kicked me, maybe I'll start bleeding. Add to that, contractions have started in this past week. Ugh, the contractions. I recognize these are not contractions that are causing any sort of labor, Braxton Hicks or irritable uterus or whatever you want to call it. But it's there, and it's scary. Carrying a girl, trusting that God will provide, it's scary. In the back of my mind there's this terrible thought: I can't do it. My body isn't compatible with girls. We never really learned what happened with Reagan...what if it happens again. I feel like I'm holding my breath, waiting to get past 21 weeks and 4 days. The last day I ever saw Reagan. The day I went into labor with the boys and doctors didn't think we'd make it through the night.
And yet, I know this is a different pregnancy. I know God is bigger than this. I know His plan is good. I know now, as I sit and write this while being kicked inside, that God has performed miracles before, and He will again. Trusting in that in my heart is the hard part. But we're getting there, one day at a time.