Our lives are going to change tomorrow. There’s no way around it. We’re checking into the hospital at 5:30 tomorrow morning and the induction begins at 6:30. I have no idea how quickly things will progress or how long they expect it to take. It could be a long day or a short day. I hope to be able to keep everyone informed via Twitter (if you don’t already follow me, just click on the Twitter button on the right sidebar) and do a couple of blog posts as the day moves along.
More than anything, we’re praying for a safe delivery for Baby Boy and for me. I’m praying that Todd will be calm and comfortable and that any anxiety he is experiencing will melt away. I’m praying for both sets of grandparents that they will be the rocks we need them to be and the perfect examples of unconditional love for our precious son. I’m praying that our son will arrive perfectly and healthy and that he will grow up to love Jesus. We pray that he will have great relationships with our parents and our friends and that he will constantly be surrounded by love.
This is probably the most sentimental pregnancy post I’ve written, right?
I’m sitting here trying to come up with an idea in my mind of what exactly is about to happen, but I honestly have no idea. I know a general rundown of tomorrow, but I don’t know what the pain will feel like. I don’t know how the epidural will feel. I don’t know much. I don’t know if this boy will be too big for me to push out and if I’ll end up with a c-section. But while I don’t know the answers, I don’t care. I can’t tell you what’s about to happen, but I can tell you what it feels like to look back.
When I got married a year ago I got really emotional because I felt like I really had to grow up. There was a huge mix of happiness and sadness that came with that. Today, as I sit and think about my life up to this point, a few things come to mind:
- What did my parents feel like the day they drove to the hospital to have me? Were they scared? Excited?
- Our little house in Baton Rouge. I spent so many great years there. My dad taught me to ride a bike there. Santa Claus brought us our dachshund puppy there. Singing songs with my mom.
- The day my brother was born. I was a jealous older sister, but I can’t imagine my life without my perfect sibling– the person who will be there with me to the end.
- The day I graduated from high school and moved back to Louisiana by myself. I was so excited, but still so sad to leave my family.
- The day I graduated from college and the summer I spent backpacking through Europe with one of my besties. I can’t imagine what my parents felt like sending me over there by myself for so long with just a backpack and a train ticket.
- The day I graduated from graduate school and started my first real job. I was supposed to be “grown up” then, but I totally wasn’t.
- The day I met Todd. I knew immediately that I was meeting my husband the father of my future children and now here we are… (excuse me, I’m crying while I type this…)
- I’m thinking now about our parents and how grateful I am to them for all they’ve given us and taught us about love. I hope with all of heart that we can make the impact on this child that they’ve made on us.
- And finally, just as my Dad (Poppie) started praying on the day I was born for my future husband, I’m praying for another family. Another family somewhere who will raise a young woman and she will become Baby Boy’s wife and the mother of his children.
I’m sorry to have gotten so sentimental, but I know that I will have to really grow up tomorrow. I will be completely responsible for another life (with Todd’s amazing help, of course) and I don’t want these nostalgic feelings to disappear because of stress and busy-ness.
I appreciate all of you so much. My real life friends, my family, my fantastic blog friends (that I can’t even imagine not knowing now), and anyone who just stops by to check in. Thank you for cheering us on. I’ll keep you all posted!
