Thursday, August 25, 2011

My Baby Story

How do I fit six months worth of thoughts into one post?  Impossible.  But, since I am sitting at my computer (a rare thing, these days), trying to write a song, and getting stumped, I thought I'd distract myself with my long, lost blog.  I was asked, yesterday, to write an arrangement of "How Great Thou Art" for a funeral tomorrow. 

That's actually a couple of things I haven't done in a long, long time.   I've ignored the narrator in my head that used to dictate what and when to write.  And I've set aside the little melodies tumbling around inside my skull. 

Other things have taken their place. Not the least of which is the fact that I am eight months pregnant.   So many thoughts go through my head daily about my pregnancy, my baby, my family.  I am overjoyed about having another baby.  I have waited for this angel to enter our lives for a lot of years. Even in the earlier years after I had B, when time seemed to speed past me, and I didn't feel like I was ready for another baby, I always knew that, eventually, I would want more.  Then, when I finally made that decision, with my husband, to invite another spirit into our family,  I was thrust into a whirlwind of health problems that ultimately led me to believe that there would be no more babies.  I was devastated.  We looked, very seriously, into adoption.  We started saving our pennies.  And I asked my doctor every month, at each appointment, if the prognosis had changed about me being able to get pregnant.  He explained the risks of my illness, of passing the disease on to my baby, and of the health risks to me, especially after radiation. 

Then, miraculously (and I attribute this to my discovery of essential oils), my hormone levels improved, stabilized, and my doctor told me that the risks had been reduced significantly.  He gave me the go ahead to start trying.  My husband and I discussed it again, focusing a lot on the my tendency to have post partum depression.  It was so bad the last three times, it was terrifying.  What if one more baby is the one thing that sends me over the edge?  What if I end up being the crazy mom who drowns all of her kids?  This was one major issue we weren't willing to overlook.  I prayed.   Harder than ever.  And at the end of the day, we made the ultimate decision to leave in the Lord's hands.  Six months went by.  And I remember having the conscious thought, and voicing it to my husband, that I'd finally come to be at peace with only having three kids.  That we have a good, no, great life, and I will accept this reality.

The next month, I discovered I was pregnant.  Humbled and overwhelmed, I have been making plans for the past eight months for this new little person to join our family.  And I couldn't be more excited.

I've had thoughts  I've been afraid to vocalize for fear that would mean they are a premonition.  I worry about the health of my baby.  More so that I ever did with my others.  I worry about complications with the delivery, about her coming too early.  I worry there will be something wrong with her.  I worry I will fall off the deep end when she comes, or that my illness with rear its ugly head again, and I won't be able to care for my family.  I worry about the crazy schedule we have for the kids, and teaching piano, and not being able to do it all.  

And so, I pray.  Everyday, I pray that my sweet baby will be healthy and strong, and come right when she supposed to.  And I pray everyday, that this time, I won't get depressed.  That the tools I've gathered over the years to combat my depression will do their job.  I pray for my children, that I can still give them all that they need with this new addition.  And for my husband, who works so hard for our family, and is such an amazing support to me. 

And I can't wait to meet my little girl....


Wonder Woman said...

Thank you for not ignoring the dictating voice any longer! I've wanted to hear this story.

I am so *beyond* happy for you. It truly seems a miracle. As for your worries......I think you are in a great place to deal with them. (That sounds weird but I'm going to try to explain it.)

You are aware more now than ever of your tendencies. That means that if anything starts to pop up, you'll recognize. Or have people around you that will. And you will seek treatment immediately.

And as to your concerns about your sweet daughter's health.......those are either natural feelings of wanting her to be okay, or they are more. And if they are more, you have the faith to see whatever comes through. Faith and fear cannot coexist. I think it's normal to hope and pray that your baby is healthy. But "worrying" doesn't really serve a function. You must simply trust that her life (and yours) is in your Heavenly Father's hands. If complications arise, your lives are still under His watch. He will give you strength if you need it. He will give you peace.

Of course, the most likely scenario is that your daughter will be perfect in every way and you'll think you were silly for being so concerned.

But. Know that even if it's not, Your Father is there. Choose faith instead of fear.

Wow. Didn't mean to preach at you. That all just kind of came out. I'll be praying for you and your sweet girl. Give me a call if you're ever my way!

Mina said...

Good to hear from you! I hope that all continues to go well for you and your family.

Suzie said...

You are one seriously cute pregnant lady. LOVE this post...thanks for getting back to writing a bit (which I need to do...SO far behind!). We need to get together - before or after baby arrives - doesn't matter. I'll send you an e-mail or a message through FB...

Ryan and Hetz said...

Wow, I need to come over and look into your oils!! I think you are an amazing mom. I don't know how you do all the things you do.

tammy said...

I really truly hope all goes well for you and this baby.

Angela said...

Sherrie... you are so blessed! It seems that you are in a really great place in your life, and even though hardship and trials may wiggle their way in (and they usually do because "you know who" doesn't want us to succeed... at all!) you definitely have the tools to deal with and even overcome them! I just love seeing the trust you've put in the Lord and that you're moving forward in such a very selfless way to invite a new little one into your family - it's a huge deal - and I really look up to you for your faith! :)

DeNae said...

Look at how beautiful you are! And I'm in UT now, so I want to help, any way I can. I'll even drive up and teach your piano lessons for you. Not. Even. Kidding.

Be sure to include me on the "Good News" list, as soon as that sweet little thing arrives!


wendy said...

You look darling pregnant.
and that little baby in just as excited as YOU are to be a part of your family.

Garden of Egan said...

That is a great post. I loved reading about all of it, your hopes and fears, it's beautiful.

You have a darling pregnant baby belly!

Sherrie said...

Congratulations! I am so happy for you. You look really beautiful and happy. Best wishes!