In case you don't read her blog, here is Cjane's post that I am referring to...
Musings on Four Pregnancies
...otherwise known as: I'm a G4P2A1...
Did you know I've been pregnant four times? I don't think people know that. Here is My Musings on Four Pregnancies, in four parts.
I. Waaay back when Adam was a med student and I was a svelte Williams Sonoma floor manager, I had a dream. I wanted babies. After all, all my friends were doing it. First Annalisa, then Julie, then Loralee, then Mary, then Lynette. I remember distinctly the day (Sunday) that Lynette and Tyler announced that they were pregnant. I came home from church and cried my eyes out. "I want a baby so badly," I told Adam. He laughed and said, "We are SO not ready to have a baby."
Two days later, I found out I was pregnant.
Eight months after that, sweet Nate joined our little family. And although Adam was probably right (how can you actually be ready for your first baby? There is no preparing for that!) ... there was no more loved baby in all the world.
(And just for fun, I'd like to tell you that 17 babies were born in that ward in a 12-month span...something was definitely in the water!!)
II. Just after Nate's third birthday, we became pregnant again. We were living in Kansas City at the time, and I went to see a fabulous doctor (Dr. Michael Magee for anyone in that area needing a doctor...he was so great!). The first appointment, he did some bloodwork to confirm the pregnancy, and we talked about what the due date would be. December 25. A Christmas gift! How exciting! The second appointment, he listened for a heartbeat. I was 10 weeks along. But he couldn't find a heartbeat. He said, "I'm not worried, you're still pretty early in your pregnancy, but let's do an ultrasound just in case."
The ultrasound tech did an external then an internal ultrasound and made the comment, "I can't find a heartbeat." I actually laughed and said something silly like, "Oh cute, the baby is being shy." She said (and I'll ever remember the words) : "No darling, I think the baby has passed away."
Memorial Day found me in an outpatient clinic receiving a procedure called a D&C, which is basically when they vacuum out the contents of your uterus. I remember that my request for the doctor was that he try to determine whether it was a boy or a girl. The sweet man told me he would try, although later Adam told me that it would be impossible.
I just wanted to know if it was a girl. I chose to assume that it was, and I referred to the baby as "Holly" from then on.
One thing that Dr. Magee told me that I specifically remember was that I was lucky that I'd already had Nate, because I knew that my body was capable of carrying a baby to full term. He said that was better than the women he'd seen in his office who'd had miscarriage after miscarriage. At least I still had hope, and the likelihood that I would have more children was high. I am glad he said that to me, because I needed hope, and that carried me through.
The Lord knows what he is doing, and His hand is over all. I know this.
If we'd had that baby on December 25, it would have been a couple weeks old when we made the move from Kansas to Canada. I'm not sure I could have handled that stress. It was hard enough to make that move, without a newborn!
III. It took almost a year to get pregnant again, but we did. And sweet Aidan came to us as a Canadian-born little gift. His first few minutes were scary but he came through and has proved to live up to his name ever since -- Aidan means "little fiery one." I think I've been trying to keep him a baby for too long, because you just never know what will happen, and who knows if we'll have more children, right? I've let him keep his Binky and he'll be 2 in a few days! It's time to take it away, I know, but it's going to be hard. But it has to be done, because...
IIII. He's not the baby anymore.
Musings on Four Pregnancies
...otherwise known as: I'm a G4P2A1...
Did you know I've been pregnant four times? I don't think people know that. Here is My Musings on Four Pregnancies, in four parts.
I. Waaay back when Adam was a med student and I was a svelte Williams Sonoma floor manager, I had a dream. I wanted babies. After all, all my friends were doing it. First Annalisa, then Julie, then Loralee, then Mary, then Lynette. I remember distinctly the day (Sunday) that Lynette and Tyler announced that they were pregnant. I came home from church and cried my eyes out. "I want a baby so badly," I told Adam. He laughed and said, "We are SO not ready to have a baby."
Two days later, I found out I was pregnant.
Eight months after that, sweet Nate joined our little family. And although Adam was probably right (how can you actually be ready for your first baby? There is no preparing for that!) ... there was no more loved baby in all the world.
(And just for fun, I'd like to tell you that 17 babies were born in that ward in a 12-month span...something was definitely in the water!!)
II. Just after Nate's third birthday, we became pregnant again. We were living in Kansas City at the time, and I went to see a fabulous doctor (Dr. Michael Magee for anyone in that area needing a doctor...he was so great!). The first appointment, he did some bloodwork to confirm the pregnancy, and we talked about what the due date would be. December 25. A Christmas gift! How exciting! The second appointment, he listened for a heartbeat. I was 10 weeks along. But he couldn't find a heartbeat. He said, "I'm not worried, you're still pretty early in your pregnancy, but let's do an ultrasound just in case."
The ultrasound tech did an external then an internal ultrasound and made the comment, "I can't find a heartbeat." I actually laughed and said something silly like, "Oh cute, the baby is being shy." She said (and I'll ever remember the words) : "No darling, I think the baby has passed away."
Memorial Day found me in an outpatient clinic receiving a procedure called a D&C, which is basically when they vacuum out the contents of your uterus. I remember that my request for the doctor was that he try to determine whether it was a boy or a girl. The sweet man told me he would try, although later Adam told me that it would be impossible.
I just wanted to know if it was a girl. I chose to assume that it was, and I referred to the baby as "Holly" from then on.
One thing that Dr. Magee told me that I specifically remember was that I was lucky that I'd already had Nate, because I knew that my body was capable of carrying a baby to full term. He said that was better than the women he'd seen in his office who'd had miscarriage after miscarriage. At least I still had hope, and the likelihood that I would have more children was high. I am glad he said that to me, because I needed hope, and that carried me through.
The Lord knows what he is doing, and His hand is over all. I know this.
If we'd had that baby on December 25, it would have been a couple weeks old when we made the move from Kansas to Canada. I'm not sure I could have handled that stress. It was hard enough to make that move, without a newborn!
III. It took almost a year to get pregnant again, but we did. And sweet Aidan came to us as a Canadian-born little gift. His first few minutes were scary but he came through and has proved to live up to his name ever since -- Aidan means "little fiery one." I think I've been trying to keep him a baby for too long, because you just never know what will happen, and who knows if we'll have more children, right? I've let him keep his Binky and he'll be 2 in a few days! It's time to take it away, I know, but it's going to be hard. But it has to be done, because...
IIII. He's not the baby anymore.
