Happy Birthday Comin' Out

Lunch today was nothing special except that the boys are getting excited to meet their sister. I was glad to tell them that it would be any day now. Samuel got all excited and exclaimed that their sister's first birthday was coming soon. Mark asked him, "do you want to sing her happy birthday on her first birthday?" "Can I?" he asked all aglow. "You certainly could." I said. "Yeah!" exclaimed Samuel,"She's comin' out!"

Ryan immediately began to sing.

"Happy Birthday comin' out. happy birthday comin' out. Happy birthday dear comin' out. happy birthday comin' out."

Mark and I couldn't help but start to chuckle. Gosh is he a card.

On another note, I had another dr appointment today. I have had to go to the dr about 2 times per week the last 2 weeks to have a non-stress test for the baby and my dr check-in where they see if you are progressing at all in labor. As usual, baby girl eventually passed her test and the dr said that I am not making any progress in labor according to what the dr can check at this point. (I don't accept that assessment since she has short fingers and couldn't actually reach my cervix.)

My due date is Monday so today was an important discussion on what will happen since there are no signs that I am progressing towards a vaginal birth. (Again, I don't accept this assessment.) Despite my extreme discomfort, I told the doctor that I really do not want to have a C-section if I can avoid it. If she's in trouble or I am in danger, that is one thing but to just schedule something without giving me time to go into labor on my own really saddens me. And amazingly, the doctor said she would give me another week to go into labor. Then there would be no further delays. Either I would start labor on my own and keep progressing on my own or they will schedule me for the procedure.

I was ecstatic. The only contingency is that I have to come in on Tuesday, if there is no baby, and have an ultrasound done to make sure she is okay. If she scores well, I can stay pregnant. If she doesn't, they will schedule the C-section. I told her that was fine, I was glad that were willing to give me the chance to have her on my own.

I walked out of the office with lifted spirits. Somehow the belly didn't seem quite as heavy and I got home and cried for joy that the pressure is off to produce a baby.

Mark was surprised. With how uncomfortable I am, he thought I would give in and just let them have their way. "It means that much to me to try to give birth to her myself that I would fore go my comfort a bit longer if I can have that opportunity." Was my response. He said that must be the case and he was glad I stood my ground.

After supper, I asked the boys to gather around me we were going to pray and invite little sister to come out and join us. They put their little hands on my belly and began telling their sister they wanted to meet her. Mark and I prayed for baby to come with them. Every once in awhile the boys would bend over and say, "come out baby sister!"

Yes, come forth little one. It is time for you to come.