Starting All Over Again

It has been a very eventful and emotional week.  Let me explain:

After Camden was born Brent had the very distinct impression more than once that there was another baby waiting to come to our family.   Camden's delivery was quite traumatic, and I was thinking that 4 kids was plenty!  Needless to say, after what seemed like an eternity we had Dryden.  (We had a VERY difficult time getting pregnant with both Camden and Dryden.)  The whole motivating force of getting through that pregnancy was that this would definitely be the last one.  However, I was too leery of the epidural to have everything taken care of right after delivery.  For the last year Brent and I had discussed our permanent options, and two weeks ago I finally made the appointment with my Dr. and scheduled my surgery for the 12th of November.

As a joke I bought a pregnancy test at the dollar store.  Brent hates that I buy so many of them.  He thinks that it is a terrible waste of money and can't understand why I can't be more patient.  He wouldn't have a clue that I only spent a dollar on it and would get all worked up that I had "wasted" the money.  It was all super funny until I used the test.  After that it wasn't funny at all anymore!  Yep, you guessed it.  We are going to have change the name of our blog from Just the 7 of us to-- The Crazy 8's!  Because I'm pretty sure that that is what I am going to be--crazy!

It was a pretty challenging day.  I saw my trip to NY, my laser eye surgery, and my trip to Ireland float away right before my eyes.  I saw 9 months of being sick, sick, sick; of sleepless nights; and oh yes, not being able to even walk for 3 or 4 months.  Needless to say I cried the entire day.

My husband comforted me by saying: "At least we are married."  Of course that was after he enumerated the many things that we are going to have to buy--like a new vehicle and all of the baby clothes and paraphenalia that I had disposed of after Dryden!  Oh that was all so consoling.

And after I had cried myself out, I realized how prideful and self-centered I was being.  This little baby must be meant to be in our family.  I'm not sure why as I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed as it is, but if I put my trust in the Lord then I'm sure this will all work out.  I have to say that despite the life altering surprise that this little one has given me, I am more concerned and want this little baby more than any other child I have before carried.  I'm ultra concerned that something will happen.  I already love this new little addition.

And so, to the amusing portion of my tale.  I quite obviously had to call my Dr. and explain why I was cancelling my surgery.  They scheduled a regular OB appointment for me for the following day.  I told Brent that he had to come with me, and his very tender and caring response was: "No way.  You are getting laughed at on your own!"  And that is pretty much what happened!  As I was walking past the lab I was talking to the nurse and told her that I was sure that this was all a mistake.  I probably should have bought a pregnancy test somewhere other than the Dollar Store!  Well, after my appointment, I had to go back over to the lab and the technician there was laughing!  "Oh girl!  I heard what you said about the Dollar Store, and that test was right girly!"  Since she thought that was so funny, I just laid the rest of the story on her:  I was scheduled to have my tubes tied in 1.5 weeks AND this wasn't my 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th or even 5th child!  That really got her.  I thought she was going to fall off her chair laughing so hard.

To tell Brent's family and our kids (my mom and sister already new as they were the recipients of tearful phone calls on the big day!) I made a little picture book and wrote a little poem to go with it.  When Brent's dad received the book he called and left a message.  He said that when he heard our news it brought tears to his eyes.  Gee, I had the same response!  Too weird!  The kids were incredibly excited.  Braden's response to the big news was: "I hope it's another boy."  Allison's response to Braden: "We have far too many boys in this house already!"

The moral of this little tale is that I need to be more faithful and rely on the Lord a little more than I have been.  We are excited for our new addition which might arrive the end of June but probably more likely in July--we don't exactly know for sure--which will make baby #5 and baby #6 only 21 months apart.  That is pretty close to the difference in ages between Allison and Savanna.  What seemed to be the end is really just a new beginning.