After years of infertility and multiple miscarriages, I’m ecstatic to finally be five months pregnant! It has been a long emotional journey for my husband and I.
During it all, we chose not to tell our boys that we were trying to have another baby, but interestingly they have been diligently asking and praying for a baby sister. My heart has ached whenever they did because I wanted so badly to tell them that yes, they were going to be big brothers soon! So when we finished our last round of fertility treatments, and I was anxiously awaiting the blood test results, I was shocked one evening when my 4-year old looked at me and very confidently said “Mommy, you have a baby in your tummy”.
I tried to laugh it off with him, but I wanted to just burst into tears and cry “oh I hope so Hunny, I really really hope so”. A week later we got the results that yes, in fact, I did have a baby in my tummy. I remember getting goosebumps, thinking about how confidently my son had told me that same thing a week before the doctors knew. I really think his confidence helped me get through those first scary couple weeks of pregnancy.
After waiting until there was less chance of another miscarriage, we finally decided to tell the boys. They came down one morning for breakfast, which were cupcakes, and we explained that we were celebrating! My husband very excitedly told them we had VERY big news to share, to which our 6-year old little preacher boy exclaimed “Is Jesus coming back?!?” Our news seemed a little less exciting after that, but we persevered and told them they were going to be big brothers because I was having a baby. My youngest squealed for joy and yelled “I KNEW IT!” The happiness and excitement in their faces was just amazing. It’s just what my aching heart needed.
Seeing as we worked so very hard to have this baby, I wasn’t surprised when my pregnancy also became very hard. I had morning sickness worse than I ever had with my boys. I was exhausted beyond compare. I felt like it was my first time! I kept thinking how I wasn’t tired or sick hardly at all with my second son, but then again I was very busy taking care of a 1 ½ year old toddler at that time. There was no time to be sick or tired!
But this time around my older kids have been amazing. I spent so many weeks sick on the couch or in bed with pregnancy-induced migraines. They were troopers, bringing me snacks and drinks, and helping their Dad around the house. Now that I’m finally feeling better and have grown quite the baby belly, the boys are my biggest supporters and encouragers. Every morning they climb into bed with me, hug & kiss my belly, and make sure I’ve had my morning snack. They attended one of my doctor appointments and were floored to hear the baby’s heartbeat. My oldest son listened intently when the doctor reminded me to drink at least 8 cups of water a day, so now he questions me every night at dinner as to how many cups I’ve drank. He was very concerned watching me do my prenatal yoga, telling me he didn’t think the baby liked being turned upside down like that.
My heart just wants to burst when I think about the amazing big brothers this child is going to have! I just hope their excitement and willingness to help continues once he or she arrives. Nothing like some late-night baby crying and stinky dirty diapers to damper a mood. Luckily, they will have each-other to commiserate with!
Mandy Watts is a stay-at-home mom who lives in Crownsville with her husband, Justin, who runs their family business, and their two sons, 5-year-old James and 3-year-old Luke.