We’ve known for over a month, but it felt really hard to share. Typically in a pregnancy, there’s so much to celebrate. And while that’s still true, this pregnancy also has so much grief.
We did genetic testing to discover gender and rule out any chromosome issues. We had prayed that they would run data for both twins. So when they came back with just data for Baby B, while he’s perfectly healthy…. I immediately started crying because I’ll never have any data for baby A. It’s a mixed bag.
Anyway, my mother’s intuition told me that I was having a boy and a girl, so we will be moving forward celebrating this little man’s growth, while also mourning that his sister isn’t with us.
And while I’ve loved every second of my 8 years being a girl mama, it feels incredibly sweet that God would give us a boy. Something new to look forward to and discover. Something to research and learn and wonder over. A boy. I get to have a baby boy. The girls get to have a baby brother and Tim gets to have a son. I pray for the day he gets here healthy and whole and alive. I’m thankful I get to be his mama.
I want this to be a “yay” post, but I can’t help but see the blank space beside the first thing I bought him that should be her little outfit.
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