Just a couple of months ago, I became a mom to a beautiful baby girl.
Growing up, I’d always thought I’d have all boys. Probably because I have so many sisters… (and I love y’all!) But for whatever reason, I had it in my head that I’d have four boys. And I absolutely love my 3 crazy, active, happy, adventurous little boys. But having a little girl?
Having a baby girl… well, that was throwing a (toy) wrench into all of my “4 boy” plans.
During that ultrasound when we found out we’d be having a little girl… my emotions went all over the place.
- Fear: because I’ve got this boy thing down. Could I handle a girl??
- Joy: because I knew my husband really wanted a little girl. (So did both of our moms)
- Uncertainty: because what if this little girl wants to play Barbies and wear tiaras every day? I can only handle so much pink, y’all.
- Peace: because I knew that our family needed this little girl to be complete.
It took some time to mentally adjust to what would be our new reality of 3 boys and our baby girl… all of about 3 minutes. Then we were back to watching the ultrasound tech and doc at work, because we wanted to make sure her heart was okay. Two more (very expensive) ultrasounds later, the heart worries were laid to rest. Whatever it had been, it was no longer an issue (thank you, God).
I wondered and worried – and then she was here. And I knew things would work out.
She’s been here for just a few months now. And while I can remember what life was like before… life with only 3 little boys whom I adore… now I have my blue-eyed baby girl. I hadn’t known I wanted a daughter – that we needed a little girl to complete our family. But now that she’s here… she was the gift from heaven that I never knew I needed.
Because while all sorts of crazy, awful, and downright horrible things happen in life, there are also little miracles like this. Little moments where you realize that somehow, somewhere, someone is looking out for you. They’re sending you the things you truly need – even if it takes you a little bit to realize it.
So as I sit here, snuggling my baby girl and typing one-handed, it makes me grateful for those times when things go well. When things work out. Or when the stars align just so perfectly that you enjoy a few moments of peace to cuddle a cute baby.
Plans change. Life changes. And things work out.
I didn’t get a fourth boy like I’d thought would happen. That plan was changed for me – for our whole family. But that’s okay. Because things worked out – and we got our baby girl instead. A baby girl that we all adore. The boys (especially the 2 year old!) love holding their sister. They love kissing her, smiling at her, getting her to smile back, tormenting her just a little bit, and sharing things with her.
I have to remind them them that she can’t quite play toys. Yet.