When I became pregnant with Emma, I was adamant I didn’t want to know the gender. I wanted that moment of surprise, I wanted to have that moment of hearing, “It’s a Girl!” or “It’s a Boy!” right after working so hard to deliver her into the world.
When I was 25 weeks we went to have a 3D ultrasound. This was brand new technology and I was so excited to have found somewhere we could go and have it not cost an arm and a leg. Knowing we would be blessing the baby in church just weeks after the birth, we invited Jeremy’s mom to come with us so SHE could find out the gender. She is an amazing seamstress and I wanted her to make an outfit for the baby to blessed in.
The technician was supposed to stop the tape when she got to the gender, but when I returned to work, I quickly learned she didn’t. My coworkers and I were in an empty classroom, watching the images when I saw the word, “Girl Parts”. I cried. I didn’t want to know.
I vowed after that to never find out again. I wanted the surprise. That worked for the next baby, but when I was pregnant with Amelia, I needed to know. I needed to have time to prepare my heart for another girl. We didn’t find out with Libby – Jeremy didn’t care and neither did the kids. But with Elliott, Seth really
wanted needed to know. He was tired of being outnumbered by girls and had been praying for a brother. To help him with the move to Texas, we found out that Elliott was indeed a boy.
Now we arrive at this pregnancy. As my children have gotten older, they have formed more opinions about different things – mainly finding out what this baby is.
I was really I didn’t want to know. I knew it was a boy, knew it in my soul, so I didn’t need to know. But apparently the other people in my house didn’t share my same vision. So, to appease my darling husband, and three very vocal children, we found out.
Our ultrasound was on Friday and when the tech was looking at the gender, we closed our eyes. She cut the picture off of the others and put it in an envelope. I then took the envelope to my dear friend, Sarah.
On Saturday morning Sarah, armed with a box of mystery balloons, and my friend Heather came over for the big reveal.
Sarah opened the box while trying to video. It didn’t work very well, and the silly balloons got stuck. So, even though the picture would show the balloons, we couldn’t see them at this point.
You can tell by the looks on everyone’s faces if they were rooting for a boy or girl. Libby wore her “very best pink girl outfit” because she REALLY wanted a baby sister.
As everyone cheered around Libby, she slowly dissolved into tears.
After being reminded that now she will always be my baby girl, she perked up a little. Or maybe it was the promise of playing with balloons…I’m not sure.
In the end we are all very excited to add another (and final) baby boy to our family.
Now if only we can all agree on a name.