9 Weeks In...

Thursday, December 8


Hi Little One,

Those three simple words absolutely bring me to my knees. Your daddy and I only dreamed that we'd be here, now, calling you our Little One. And yet, here we are.  There is not a day that passes by that we do not marvel that God has seen fit to give you to us. And we pray daily to steward the gift of you well.

I want to record this here - somewhere - so that we never, ever forget. The journey to you has been long and hard and painful (and, expensive!) and lonely and hard. But here you are, wriggling around inside of me even as my insides are wriggling out of control. (I certainly hope you're getting some sustenance out of the bread-based diet that seems to be all I can stomach right now!)

We found out about you on Friday, November 4 - the day before your daddy turned 29.  I had a sneaking suspicion for  few days, but I really wanted to be sure and I really wanted to surprise your dad on his birthday. As it was, I couldn't even wait that long.  A test that morning revealed your presence and bloodwork came back the same.  As soon as I got the call, I ran to my closet to retrieve a gift I bought for your daddy two years ago.

I brought it to him and asked if he'd like to open a birthday gift early.  As he tore away the paper and opened the box to reveal a figure of a man cradling a baby, his head shot up and his blue eyes pierced me as he said, "Really?!" All I could do was nod and cry.

Little One, I have only seen your daddy cry three times as long as I've known him. Once, as he watched me walk down the aisle toward him to become his wife. The next time was when his grandfather suddenly passed away.  And the third time? Well, I have never seen him cry like the way he did when I told him that we was going to be a daddy.

He was the one that first called you Little One. I'd been walking around talking about "the baby" in general terms; he calls you Little One. Capitalized.  He prays for our Little One. Every time he speaks to God, he talks about you.

We get to see you tomorrow for the very first time. We are so excited; we've deemed the day, "Baby Day."

I had my first doctor's appointment on Tuesday. As the nice phlebotomist drew my blood and asked me if you were my first, I couldn't hold back the tears as I told her about you. And, she congratulated me.