Category: Pregnancy #4

The Blue Blanket

Finally, our baby has arrived! So many things I had feelings about came true with this baby. The labor was fast and furious. My first time giving birth without an epidural. It wasn’t fun but it also wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. I had a feeling this might happen so I had tried to prepare myself ahead of time. The cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck twice. The doctor removed it quickly and the baby was just fine. What’s interesting is that I had a feeling about this. I even mentioned it to my doctor a few weeks before the baby came. I was worried about the cord, which I had never worried about in my previous pregnancies. Then, the moment I had been waiting for, when my doctor flipped the baby over and called out “It’s a BOY!” That moment, I was shocked. I’m not sure I was fully processing those words. There was a slight complication and I was bleeding a little more than I should. So I was rushed off to a procedure to help the bleeding stop. When I was brought back to the delivery room, my husband and mother were waiting with my new son. My fourth son. My brand new baby, in a blue blanket.

Do I love him any less? No. Do I kiss him any less? No. In fact I think I’ve kissed him more than I’ve ever kissed my babies. We aren’t planning any more babies. A family of six is what I always wanted. Four kids, a fun childhood where everyone has a buddy to play with and a big loving family. It’s just that I never imagined that my four children would all be boys.  I actually imagined mostly girls with maybe one or two boys. So when I look at my new son, he makes me want to cry. Cry because it’s the last newborn I’ll snuggle to my breast to nurse. The last newborn diapers. Cry because I won’t have a little girl who looks like me. Cry because every baby in my life has turned out amazing and beautiful and perfect, just not exactly like I had pictured them. There aren’t any pink blankets. Just blue ones. I know that this is the way it was suppose to be. I know that boy or girl it doesn’t really matter. I know that eventually this will all make sense. But right now, I’m going to cry and I’m going to grieve.

It’s almost time!

This weekend we should meet our fourth baby! Crazy to think that the baby is finally ready to come out and meet the world. Will it be a boy? Will it be a girl? Will it have dark hair? Blue eyes? Its beyond exciting to imagine holding our little bundle so soon. These last couple weeks, the boy vs girl debate has kinda taken the back burner. The end of pregnancy is no walk in the park and at this point, boy or girl, I just want the baby to come out! I do still pray that God blesses us with a beautiful little girl. Although another beautiful little boy will be awesome too. Either way, a speedy delivery and a healthy baby is all we really care about.

I’m not sure the boys are fully prepared for life with the new baby. Everyone in the house seems to be feeling the pressure building. We’ve had more tears and cling on children than usual around here. Just wait until the baby comes, I’m thinking, then they’ll really see what it’s like when mommy is totally exhausted and pre-occupied with nursing, burping and newborn diapers. (I’m sewing burp cloths like crazy!) I know that in-spite of the challenges, everyone in the house will fall in love with the little bundle right away. Especially me.

Get ready world! The next time I write I’ll be introducing you to the newest Douthit bundle of joy! By the way, if it is a boy, I can’t guarantee he will have a name because we simply can’t agree on one….

Why I’m decorating the nursery pink…

I’ll admit it. It’s been a while since I blogged. I felt like I needed to sit down and write a series of catch up blogs about what’s been happening since I last wrote. But I was reminded that it’s just a blog. A place to write your honest feelings down. So here goes…

We’re 30 weeks pregnant with baby #4. We don’t know the gender. I’m too afraid to find out. I always wanted a little girl or two or three to dress up and play barbies and teach all about being a girly girl. When we found out our 3rd child was another boy, I cried. I cried all the time. I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t think we’d have more children and I mourned the loss of my little girl dream. When they placed my third son in my arms, I cried. I cried because he was so beautiful and perfect and mine. I love him with all my heart. I love all my boys with all my heart. They are everything to me.

This time around, I don’t want cry through the rest of my pregnancy. I just want to imagine that this is a little girl kicking in my belly. I want to buy little girl clothes and call her by her beautiful little girl name. (Which is also a secret.)

So I’ve decided to decorate the nursery for a little girl. I’m making a flower mobile. I’m sewing pink curtains. I’m painting the walls yellow and bringing in turquoise pillows. I’ll hang her pink little clothes in the closet along with my own baby dresses.

I know it’s a 50/50 chance. There’s a very good chance I might bring home a beautiful baby boy to our pink nursery. If I do, I know I’ll survive. I’ll love that little boy with all my heart. I might cry when I take down the pink decor. I might cry a lot. BUT, I’ll have gotten a chance to decorate for that little girl I desire so much. Right now, I need that. These pregnancy hormones are crazy and I just need to believe with all my heart that this baby is a beautiful little girl. Call me crazy. I might be, but I’m going own these crazy feelings and be honest about them.

I’m going to believe that this baby is a girl. It might be. I might bring her home to her pink nursery and still cry. I don’t know what the future holds. I know that whatever happens, God is good. When the doctor places our fourth little miracle into my arms, nothing will matter. I will be in love with that little baby so much my heart will feel like it will burst.

In the end it won’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, just a healthy beautiful baby, but right now to me it does.