My son Sean will be entering kindergarten this year. When I think about this fact, I sometimes shake my head in disbelief. Especially since there are still occasions when I look at my little boy and think…but he is still my little baby! I remember the day my husband and I began talking about starting a family. We had only been married a couple months, but since neither of us was as young as other first-time parents, we thought it best to start “trying” soon. After all, it would most likely take several months to conceive.
Four weeks later we were expecting.
I was in a complete state of shock. I must have taken five of those home pregnancy tests. I still remember when my husband and I went to the eight week doctor’s appointment. I was certain the “professionals” were going to tell me it was just a big mistake. I took another test at the office and remember asking the nurse… “So, what did it say?”
The nurse responded, “Oh, yeah. It was positive.”
Still skeptical, I waited for the doctor to begin the ultrasound. It was then I heard it. The rapid beats of my little baby’s heart. I cried over the tiny miracle growing inside me. I was going to me a mom!
We thought it would be best (for the time being) to share our good news with only immediate family and a few dear friends.
So, we told our parents, and our siblings.
And, of course, I told my good friend Michelle.
But, I couldn’t tell Michelle without saying something to Yvette and Jen.
Hmmm…it would probably be a good idea to let our church family know too. Their prayers would be a huge blessing.
It was only a matter of days before I was sharing my good news with my dear friends at the grocery store, and the post office as well.
Sean showed up five days ahead of schedule.
I remember being slightly nervous as the time drew near for us to leave the hospital. For two days, my husband and I had round-the-clock assistance with our new family member. If I was tired and needed to sleep, I simply had to push that glorious little button on the side of my bed and moments later, an angel would appear in my room and take my little guy down to the nursery for awhile. I was torn. I was so eager to begin my new life with this beautiful and precious little boy, but I also wanted the hospital to send me home with someone who might actually have a slight clue as to how to parent. I would have settled for a step by step instruction manual. But, the hospital only included two parting gifts when my husband and I left to start this new chapter in our life, a little blue onesie with the hospital name printed on it and a cute, little, bald baby to go in it.
For the next few days we practiced the trial and error approach to parenting. (In fact, nearly six years later we occasionally still take this approach.) He’s crying again. Well, he can’t possibly be hungry…he just ate one hour and fifteen minutes ago. Maybe he’s tired? No, that’s not it. Maybe, he has a dirty diaper? No, that’s not it either. He couldn’t possibly be hungry again…could he? He IS hungry again. Every time my husband and I managed to make it to the end of another day, with no major parenting screw ups, we felt victorious.
I still remember our first trip to the doctor’s office. Our son was just seven days old. When we arrived, we checked in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting room, setting Sean’s carrier down next to us. Our new role as parents had been a long and tiring experience and we were only one week into the journey. We sat there as a family and waited. From behind us, we heard the nurse’s voice calling the name of the next patient… “Sean?” I looked around the room and no one got up. “Sean?” repeated the nurse. Simultaneously, it dawned on both of us, our new reality still sinking in. The surprised glances my husband and I exchanged seemed to be saying the same thing….Oh wait…that’s right…WE have a son named Sean! We quickly jumped up as the more experienced parents in the room chuckled at us....
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