Our new baby!
We went for our anatomy scan today. I think I've been praying for a healthy baby non-stop. Whew! So far all is well. Our baby is breech right now. Good news is I'm only 20 weeks so there's plenty of time to flip. However, prayers are much appreciated. This momma does NOT want a C-section!
Is it a boy or a girl?
Paul has been saying for a long time now that he wants a baby brother. I had a friend look on ultrasound for me a month ago and we were pretty sure we knew what sex the baby was. I started thinking that maybe I should try and make it fun for the kids to find out. I was hopeful it would help Paul to be excited if the baby wasn't what he wanted.
I filled some jars with blue or red play dough that was surrounded by white. So that when the kids played with it they would make "blue for a boy" or "pink for a girl".
Riley dug right in and was so excited (she would have been either way). Paul was upset the second he saw the pink in Riley's. Charlie just wanted to play with the play dough. Camille was kind of ticked that her daddy wouldn't let her have the glass jar.
I thought I was doing a good thing and making it exciting for Paul. WRONG. The play dough may have made it worse. He said, "I don't want any more girls in this house! I want a baby brother!" He cried so hard that he got me upset. I cried right along with him. I can't fix his heartbreak this time (cheers to the beginning of not being able to fix everything for him). Of course Denis and I don't care if we have a boy or girl. We trust that God will give us the baby that is perfect for our family at this time. That's a pretty big concept for a 5 year old, stuck with a bunch of girls, to understand though.
Rest assured he stopped crying after about five minutes. It really helped when I told him I had some brand new blue play dough that he could have. He liked the ribbon that was around the jar as well. He was excited that I said he could keep it.
Welcome to the family sweet baby girl.
She will be named after my grandmothers. My children called my mom's mom MaMa Etta. My dad's mom is Catherine. They both died shortly after Camille was born. For those family members that plan on fussing at me for shortening Henrietta because MaMa didn't like nicknames: TOO BAD! She died too soon (and without warning) anyhow. Maybe this'll get back at her!