Sean and I are about to welcome our sixth child into the world, and with the exception of the twins (who were generously carried by Jennifer) we have never known we were about to become parents the night before it happened…
Until now.
So, here I sit watching my giant middle roll like a tidal wave knowing that tomorrow instead of seeing his feet protrude from my sides; instead of feeling his fists punch me in the bladder; and instead of rubbing my belly so he knows how much I love him; I get to kiss his toes, hold his hands, and cradle him in my arms. To say we are excited is quite possibly the greatest understatement of our lives.
Now being the worrier I am I need you to do me a favor. This little guy is coming a tad earlier than anticipated and although statistically he should be fine, you know we have a history of ending up on the wrong side of statistics. So, could you say a little prayer for our boy? He will be 37 weeks five days tomorrow and due to my creeping blood pressure our medical team has decided to pull the trigger.
“Best to do it now, before you get sick.”
My c-section is scheduled for later in the day and seeing as how my body and anesthesia don’t get along all that well, Sean will be doing the updating. Expect the news around 6:00 pm EST. In the meantime, keep all of us in your prayers.
We need every one of them we can get.
Stay tuned.
Tomorrow’s going to be a good night.
