When we found out I was pregnant with David, I asked Ryan if we could wait and be surprised on the sex of this baby. We had found out that Ainsley was a girl when I was pregnant and I told him that I wanted to try it the other way.
Secretly, I didn't want to know if it was a boy. People would ask me if I cared if it was a boy or a girl, and I would give the standard answer of "Just as long as it's healthy, I don't care". Honestly, I cared. I wanted a girl so badly.
I was actually petrified of a boy. Not only did I not know anything about the anatomy (I'm still asking Ryan questions about "it" regularly!), but I was also scared of boy activity. Boys are rambunctious. Boys are crazy. Boys are wild. Boys are everything my little girl is not. And if I love my little girl and everything about her just the way that she is, how can I love just the opposite.
Everyone told me that I would love a boy just as much as I would love a girl, but I just couldn't picture it. How was a boy ever going to fit into our lives? So I convinced Ryan to wait and not find out the sex of the baby. I didn't want to dwell on the fact that this baby could be a boy for months. I knew I would stress and worry like crazy if I knew ahead of time.
With each passing day of the pregnancy, I was more and more convinced that this baby was a boy. My pregnancies were just so different. Hardly anything was the same. And so I started to settle in to the fact that this was more than likely a boy.
Then came birth day. When he was born, I was privileged enough to "catch" him. When I turned him over in the water, there "it" was. His boyness was staring back at me. And I have to say that I panicked. When Ainsley was born, they put her on my chest and it was instant love. My little girl. But when they put David on my chest, I was kind of in denial. This boy, and a big boy at that, was my baby?
While I went through all the post birth things, Ryan held David "skin to skin" on his chest. He bonded and enjoyed every second of that time. And there I was just staring at both of them. Confused of my feelings. Where was the instant love?
I'm not going to tell you that it was instant after I started breast feeding or after I held him for a bit. I don't actually know when it happened. But I have fallen so deeply in love with this little boy.
And I can't wait for the soccer games, the dirt, the trucks, the tree climbing, the legos, and more. Let the invasion of blue begin!
He's definitely a sweet little boy. And he's definitely mine to love.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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I love this. Comforting, too... Damon and I are both afraid of #2 being a boy! Whatever God wants, I'm good with! So be it!
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