Pregnancy?

The stories from our lives, a little at a time.

Three miscarriages in four years. Desperation and despair creeped into our lives. There were so many sad thoughts hiding behind our smiles. I quickly learned why the average pregnant woman waited twelve weeks to share her good news.

My daughter was asking for a baby sister. There is no real way to explain these grownup situations to a toddler. "A new baby will come when it's time. It's not time yet." And that was the best explanation I could give her. Her brown curls bounced when she twirled for me, happy with the same response she'd gotten a hundred times.

That toddler was always under my feet. A cuddler. On the special occasions when she slept in my bed, her little fingers would burrow under my arms or waist. Momma's baby girl. Daddy's girl, too. Mawmaw's girl. Granny's girl. She loved being the center of our world. She never fully embraced childhood, she wanted to be an adult. She wanted to cook and sit at the big table. She wanted to squish in the recliner with you. Her baby doll wanted to clean the kitchen, not host tea parties. But most of all, she wanted to hold a baby sister. This would be HER baby! She was certain the time would come, and she was right.

Little did we know her baby was coming soon. I thought having a successful pregnancy was our biggest hurdle. But God had an interesting plan for our family, and we jumped in without hesitation.