This one is for my sweet, perfect, and precious littlest one. I don't ever, ever want to forget the fun and entertaining details of that winter day when you arrived. February 18, 2011! Two weeks earlier than predicted due to this mama having high blood pressure. I was completely okay with that, as I was BEYOND done being pregnant. D. O. N. E. That, and I just couldn't wait to meet you. I knew you were going to be perfect and I just KNEW you were going to be a GIRL!!!!!!!!!
You, my little bug, were different than your brothers. . .every day of the 38 weeks was different. I was as green as green could be. . .the whole time. So, I prepared myself for a girl. I just had "this feeling" and just knew! I had a girl name. . .Finley Grace. You were going to be my precious, pink wearing, dance lesson takin', pedicure loving little Finley Grace. Your brothers were going to protect you, never let you date, and dote upon you unlike anything we've ever experienced before! Your daddy and I loved the name, and I can't even count the number of times that I whispered that name while laboring. Speaking of laboring, I must be honest with you when I let you know that it was a bit less than delightful. It was exactly what they call it. Labor. A TON of work. Above and beyond that, I was armed with pink goodies to welcome you to this wonderful family of ours! I could hardly contain my excitement. Your daddy had asked a few times if I brought anything blue, just by chance you were a boy. I confidently reassured him, that I had. . .but there would be no need for it! I just knew and was so excited! Everything was going just perfectly, like I had planned. . .and then the meds didn't work, the pain meds didn't touch a thing let alone take the edge off, and our precious nurse walked us through the entire process with faith and grace better than anything I could have every prayed for!!!
So, while being induced with you, things really started to kick into high gear! We began getting more and more check-ins from our nurse F. In her very special way, she told us stories the entire day while we waited for your very special arrival. We heard all about the two children she had in Africa, and the one she had here. We learned of her desperate longing to move her Mother here to the states. Stories about her husband and the laughter they share. Tales of the JOY she experiences doing this line of work. Each story was more welcoming to our ears as the one before! Daddy and I tried to keep each other distracted, we even attempted soft music, a movie, and dreamed of a quick nap. Nothing worked. The only time that I felt even the slightest bit of relief and peace was when our nurse would be by my side telline me about her family and her life. The peace in her voice was soothing, kind, gentle, and had just an edge of excitement. Her stories were alway about her children and her family in Africa. The accent was thickShe was a bundle of heaven with a smile that could light up the sky, and she was there to help us! I had never, ever felt so lucky in my life! This woman knew what she was doing. The only bad part was that it was almost 1pm, and she got off at 3pm. Boy, did we have a ways to go.
I recall the story of her three children the best of all. I had finally asked F, "What did you name your three children." And she responded with telling us that in Africa, they give their children very spiritual names that have very precious meanings to us. She has three boys and loves them so very dearly. Her first boy, she stated they were just so excited to have a son! She and her husband gave him the African name of "Gift from God!" I could not even begin to believe how beautiful a name that was! The way she pronounced his name brought tears to my eyes, as well as hers! She continued to tell us about her second son, again she was thrilled for a boy, so they named him the name that has the African meaning "Blessed by God!" Really? Gift and Blessed?! Yep! Doesn't get any better than that! So, I asked her about her third son as she took my hand and gently sat down on the edge of my bed. Well, she then looked into my eyes and recalled how desperately she wanted her baby to be a girl. She loved her sons, just like I do, but had this want and was praying it would be fulfilled with baby no. 3. She stated that she loves her third son, just like the first two, but really struggled find a name for him, because she was SURE she was having a GIRL. ( starting to sound familiar?!?! HA!) So, as she held my hand, she said, "Well, he wasn't a girl. So, we named him the African name for 'THIS is how God wanted it to be.'" In that moment, with the serious look of deep understanding that I was just starting to grasp, the three of us laughed hysterically. With that, she left the room. We just sat there and looked at each other as the Mr reminded me, it's really not up to us if it's a girl or not. . .we just need to be prepared for this. . . . and we sure were prepared. To love our little bug, boy or girl.
A few hours past F's planned departure time, there she was, still with us. She had told her supervior she was not leaving until WE (yes, all three of us) had this baby and we knew if it was a boy or a girl! She stayed by our side, she was heaven. Right there in our room. God had sent her to us and she was truly amazing. From start to finish. F blessed our entire walk that day as we welcomed our sweet, perfect, and precious THIRD BOY into this family.
|Mama & Little Bug|
You, my perfect little one, are NOT a Finley Grace. You are an Oliver Finn and we love you so very much. We were blessed to have Dr. O usher you in, and she smiled at me and said, "It's a BEAUTIFUL and PERFECT Boy!!!" She was never more right! Daddy was over the moon thrilled as he reminded me that he feels so strongly that I am just meant to be the mother of boys. My heart soared when they placed you in my arms. . .you were familiar, so tiny. . .my little pipsqueak! My smalled bundle weighing in at 7lbs 11 oz. You smelled like heaven and were calm, sweet, perfect, and BLESSED. I could NOT have been more thrilled to be holding you, my perfect boy, in my arms. Then I looked at the bag and thought, it's okay! I have 13 weeks of a maternity leave to return all that pink! Auntie C sent an email with all of your stats to the whole building of teachers stating we added another BOY to our team and that we were over-the-moon excited. Truer words have never been spoken! Auntie W brought a bag filled with darling goodies from Oh Baby!, one of our favorite shops and oooood and ahhhhed over how precious you were! Auntie M stopped in the visit and got some special snuggle time in. Moo was excited that he was given some new toys from some dear and precious friends, and being 16 months to THE DAY older than you, didn't really know what in the world was going on. HEHO? Well, being the fun dude that he is, never missed a beat! He looked at the board that had your name on it in our hospital room and pumped his fist with a "YES! It's a BOY! SWEET!" That was quickly followed with "Oliver Finn, don't let one it! He can be our own little Ole the Goalie, Mom!" Heho was SURE that as soon as you could sit, he's be allowed to place in in the knee hockey net to block the shots. Dream on, Heho!!! And F? She hugged me so tightly with tears in her eyes as she whispered, "THIS is how God wanted it to be!"
JOY in the form of a BOY! THIS is how God wanted it to be. Truly it is. Our life is now all legos, trains (ta-goes), hockey sticks, and pucks. God is good and I have never, ever been so thrilled that he decided to laugh at my plans and do his own thing!
|The beautiful nurse F who gently reminded me that "THIS is how God wanted it to be."|