Instead we got a shock. We discovered that God had another baby in mind for us. We were pregnant. I was convinced she was a boy. I reminded the doctor and tech at every ultrasound that we did NOT want to know the gender. But I knew it was another boy. In fact I bought a closet full of boy clothes. I threw in one tiny little lavender dress just for the fun of buying a dress but I left all the tags on and kept the receipt. We talked boy names & scheduled our c-section. Our due date was December 10th. I tried to talk the doctor into scheduling the c-section in November. I have a December birthday and always hated it as a child. Pretty sure I remember him laughing at me. Our big strapping baby boy was scheduled to arrive on December 2nd.
Instead I woke up her father in the middle of the night whispering "I think it's time to go to the hospital." We drove to Labor & Delivery with contractions 3 minutes apart. I wasn't convinced I was really in labor though. I was sure they would send us home. And they did, three days later with a tiny baby girl who weighed a full two pounds less than her brother had at birth. She was just barely 6 pounds. She wore all blue for the first week and has been making up for it ever since then.
If Andrew saved us. This child healed us.
At the moment they placed her in my arms I was filled with peace. And she barely left my arms for the next six months. At four she still likes to be carried in the backpack when she overtired or just overwhelmed.
She is cuddly, sassy, full of smiles and self-confidence. She hates to be messy and loves anything pink. She stands in front of her closet and sighs that she has nothing beautiful enough to wear today but will still spend hours playing in the bean bucket. She is terrified of thunder and convinced her big brother is a real superhero.
Her birth announcement read, "Our hearts whispered her name and God answered."
She is our miracle. Our fifth and no less a miracle. We are overwhelmed with gratitude and love.
