Picking up from where I left off last Rewind…
“But wait, there was another surprise in store for us during the ultrasound.This surprise was responsible for putting the largest smile on my husbands face that I have ever witnessed and nearly gave me a heart attack. All of this before heading in to a major surgery…”
Our ultrasound technician (who was absolutely fabulous) looked me in the eyes and said, “You want to find out what your having, right?”
We had been surprised enough already in this pregnancy, YES! of course we wanted to find out! In our minds we were thinking 2 and 2 would be perfect scenario. 1 girl 3 boys perhaps, or maybe the other way around. I never imagined them being all one sex, although I’m sure Brad silently dreamed of having all 4 boys as the ultimate scenario.
Honestly, I had always pictured myself as a mother of a daughter. I babysat most often for girls, I understood “the pink love language”, I cherished my own relationship with my mother, and looked forward to having that closeness with my own daughter. Boys seemed almost foreign to me, even though I had two older brothers. Although I desired to have a son someday, I never imagined I would be a mother of a handful of BOYS.
What a sense of humor God has!
My 13 week pregnant body lay motionless on the ultrasound table anticipating the news. After completing the heartbeat count, Amberlee began scanning my belly that was just beginning to swell and reveal the life inside of me.
“Baby A is a … BOY.” (Thrilled.)
“Baby D is …looks like… a BOY too.” (Oh wow, 2 boys?)
“Baby B is …” (finding out B’s gender was finding out 2 at once since Baby B and C were identical twins)
A pause followed that seemed longer than a lifetime.
“Baby B is definitely a BOY.”
“Let’s check Baby A again… Yeah…looks to be. It’s still early it could be too soon to know for absolute sure even on a high-resolution machine.” (I think she really wanted to find a girl in there for me!)
Suddenly the room felt like it was spinning. I felt hot, uncomfortable, and scared to death. I looked over at Brad for some comfort, and immediately spotted his mile-wide grin. The man had just won the lottery. He was beaming, giggling, literally cheering, and just plain giddy. I smiled sheepishly back at him.
I was about to be prepped for surgery to hopefully allow 4 BOYS a better shot at survival. Suddenly, the thought of being a mother of all boys took precedence over my fears of the TAC surgery.
My life had once again taken a completely different turn than I had expected. I had SONS. Four boys who could live to carry on my husband’s name.
Four boys for whom I would put my life on the line for…