All packed and just waiting.
We are at the point of waiting. The birth mother is 36.5 weeks by the doctor’s estimation, 38.5 weeks by our caseworker’s estimation.
{Of course C. and I have placed bets on the little guy’s arrival. I say Saturday, February 18th at 4am and he says Thursday, February 23rd at noon. We shall see who’s correct.}
I packed those bags twice. In fact, the little guy’s bag got packed four times.
And I wish I could say it was because I wanted to be a more efficient packer each time, but honestly it’s nerves. Each time I would fold our “hospital clothes” I would think to myself, ‘I wonder if the next time I see this shirt will I be wearing this while holding our son? …Or will the next time I see it be when I unpack this bag arms empty and broken hearted?’
And yes, I know it’s not good to dwell on that sad possibility. But it is there. That chance–the chance it could all fall through–hurts more and more with each passing day because I love him more and more with each passing day.
I’ve always been one to make light of my pain. I brushed off my cancer, and then my miscarriage, my infertility. When people told me they were sorry for what I was going through I would smile and say, ‘I’ll be okay!’
But y’all, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to say that if our son doesn’t come home with us. I won’t be able to shrug it off. Or smile. Or say it’s okay. Because I’m not sure if it will be.
Gosh. I didn’t mean to sound so “Debbie Downer” tonight. My heart really is joyously happy. {I’M ABOUT TO BE A MOM AGAIN!!!} It’s just that this afternoon as I sat and folded each piece of our clothing, each blanket and each onesie, a certain ‘Big Sis’ shirt in a Minnie Mouse suitcase, I was so hopeful…yet so aware of the possible pain.
But isn’t that what becoming a new parent is? The hoping, praying, the pain, and love–crazy amounts of love–that’s what we parents are made of. It’s a beautiful, scary thing, no matter if the baby comes from your tummy or your heart.
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I can’t wait to see him!
Btw, I have that diaper bag in another print!! Love it!
Natalie, I can honestly say that I know how you feel!!! Just keep your faith in God…If He brought you to this, He will see you through this!!! We are all so excited about meeting our precious grandson…to be able to put a sweet little face with his name, to hold him, kiss his sweet little cheeks and cuddle with him…Oh, I can’t wait!!! The minute they put him in your arms…you will be so totally in love with him that you will feel like your heart will explode. I will never, ever, ever, forget holding you for the first time…I was crying so hard that I could hardly see you through the tears…it is a moment that will be in my heart and memory until the day I die. Love you so much!!
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So excited for you! What a beautiful time in your life and what a big heart you have. A family of four!
Natalie – Just wanted to let you know we are thinking about you during this exciting, and often stressful, time in your life. God knows the plans he has for you. Stay strong and put all of your faith in Him. xoxo
I come by daily to your blog to see if there are any updates! Hoping for all the best for you and your sweet family.