Some memories you never forget.
It was seven long months into our pregnancy when the doctor decided that I was in need of a sonogram. We had no desire whatsoever to know what the sex of the baby was prior to the day we delivered. Still the doctor felt we needed this ‘test’ as I did not appear to be ‘growing’ properly. Translation: my ever-expanding stomach was not expanding quite like the doctor expected.
The day of the sonogram arrived. We entered the exam room. I got up on the table and the nurse covered my belly with that gel-like substance. Strange sounds and beep indicated that the test was in progress. Looking at the tiny monitor, we saw blobs that we were told were a head, some legs, and a solid beating heart.
The doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex of the baby. In unison, we snapped back “NO!” I don’t know if the doctor has his hearing back yet.
While we did not want to know the sex of the baby, we did have our instincts and our preferences. We wanted a healthy baby. Just a healthy baby. As long as that healthy baby was a precious little girl.
Names. We had our names picked out. Natalie Rene’ would be the name. Unless she didn’t ‘look’ like a Natalie Rene. Then she would be either Amber Nicole or Ashley Nicole. We would know for her name for sure once we caught our first glimpse of our future daughter.
Personally, I wanted a girl because I wasn’t sure what you were supposed to do with a boy. How do you raise a boy? I only had experience being I girl. What did I know about boys?
My husband wanted a girl because, like many men, he wanted to have “a daddy’s girl.”
Two months later, when we were two weeks and a day late, the doctor induced labor. Induced labor is supposedly shorter than natural labor. You can’t prove that by me. Twelve and half long hours after contractions were started at two minutes apart, I was finally able to push. The baby’s head came out followed by all twenty-one and half inches of body.
Then I heard the doctor say “It’s a boy!”
I thought to myself (sigh) “It’s a boy…” Then immediately I had another thought (smiling big enough to light the whole room) “Wow! IT’S A BOY!!!” And though it was not what I wanted, not what I asked for, not what I expected, at that moment everything was perfect in my world.
That was twenty-two years ago today and I am still intrigued by the unexpected little boy that has grown to be a fine young man.
I guess I figured out what you do with baby boys after all.
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