A dream come true

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


On September 23rd, 2011 at 3:15 P.M., I was changed.

After five months of waiting and wondering, I found out whether I would be giving birth to a son or daughter in February.

As we sat down in the waiting room and I began to fill out paperwork, I leaned over to Alex and said, "I think I might throw up." He laughed, kissed me on the cheek, and pointed at the T.V. The Little Mermaid was on, one of his favorite Disney movies when he was a kid. He started to quote the movie and sing along with the music, as I giggled and shushed him.

I thought my name would never be called. We waited and waited, trying to ignore the anxiousness in the air.

Finally, they called me back. I walked into the room and climbed onto the table to the sounds of the paper liner crunching beneath me, which somehow added to my nervousness.

The ultrasound technician asked us if we'd like to know the gender. I looked at Alex to make sure he hadn't changed his mind, and said, "yes?" He answered with a smile and a nod. We had talked about waiting until the birth, but as the date that we would have the chance to know drew nearer, we became anxious and didn't want to wait any longer.

I felt a squirt of warm gel on my stomach, the pressure of the wand, and then there it was, on the screen -
our miracle, our child, our little girl.



The technician said he was going to get straight down to business and give us the gender first, which I was thankful for. As he moved the wand across my belly and manipulated it so that he could get an accurate view, I heard him say, "This one really wanted you to know what it was, and it looks like a girl." Tears came to my eyes as I looked at Alex and saw the most beautiful smile of his I've ever seen. I couldn't stop giggling, but didn't want to miss a second of being able to see our little girl, so we put our eyes back on the screen and exchanged hand squeezes while we watched her yawn and stretch.

As I laid there watching our little miracle move inside of me, I tried to think of a happier memory. We've had a lot of them in our short years together, but nothing like this.
This is what novels are written about.
This is the kind of love that changes people for a lifetime.
This is what it feels like when dreams come true.

My greatest wish was granted that day - I get to have a daughter.
I get to raise a little girl who I'll love as much as my mother loved me.
I get to brush and braid and put her hair in pig tails.
I get to teach her that intellect is more important than looks - that the things that come out of your mouth make you attractive, not make up or earrings or hair styles.
I get to help her pick out Christmas dresses, Easter dresses, prom dresses, and wedding dresses.
I get to share shoes and purses and stories and lessons.
I get to foster her imagination and curiosity, watch her fall in love, and hold her through the good stuff and tough stuff.
I will never be the same.
This little girl has changed me. She has captured my heart.
I can't wait until you're here, and tangible, and in my arms, and I know your Papa can't either.

1 comments:

  1. As a mother to four girls, I love your "I get to..." lines <3

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