That was her prayer on a nightly basis. Before I was ever pregnant with our third blessing. She had been asking myself, as well as my husband, for a baby sister for many, many, months. Her prayers always ended this way. And my prayers were no different.
When the day came that I found out I would be expecting another bundle of joy, she was so excited to find out that mama was having a baby. {she was actually the first person I told...even before my husband!}
"I'm going to have a baby sister!" she started to say.
We kept explaining to her that Jesus decided whether the baby would be a boy or a girl. Mommy and Daddy had no control over it.
"It's ok. I know it's a girl because I asked Jesus for a baby sister"
The ultrasound appointment was scheduled and I asked her if she wanted to go and see the baby on the "big tv". Her excitement grew as I began to explain what she would see on that tv.
"You'll get to see the baby's hands and feet, eyes and nose and mouth, as well as the little heart beating on the screen."
"Will we get to take the baby home?"
"No, honey. The baby has to stay in mommy's tummy to grow and get big and strong and healthy. Then in a few more months the baby will come and join our family!"
As the day got closer to my appointment, I kept reminding her that the baby just might be a boy and not a girl. And that we are going to be happy either way and pray for a healthy, happy, baby. {i, of course, didn't care either way what the baby's gender was. as long as the baby was healthy!} I explained that the baby's health was more imporant that anything else.
"Yes, mama! But I just know that I am going to have a baby sister!"
Her faith was ever so strong and I sat, worried, that her little heart might be broken on that day!
Where was my faith?
The morning of my appointment I was awoken by her excitement! She crawled into bed next to me, asking me if I was ready to see the baby! I was so ready! So excited to get to see my newest blessing! I couldn't tell if she was just as excited or more than I was!
Ultrasounds always amaze me - and this one was no different. Seeing the curve of the bones in the spine as well as the ones that make up the arms and legs. Watching the heart beat on the screen. I've gotten teary-eyed with each and every ultrasound I have ever had.
The tech was informed the moment we walked into the room that Emma was here to see her baby sister! All along I kept thinking and whispering prayers that she wouldn't be too heartbroken if she wound up seeing pictures of her baby brother.
After the tech checked the anatomy of the baby, making sure everything looked just as it should, {which,thankfully, it did}, she gave the news each of us had been waiting for!
Emma's many, many, months of prayers had been answered!
#107 Falling asleep cuddled next to my kids
#108 Surviving temper tantrums
#109 Stuffed peppers for dinner
#110 A fully stocked fridge
#111 Prayers answered
#112 A healthy ultrasound
#113 Another baby girl
#114 Mommy - daughter days
#115 The zoo
#116 The beauty of different animals
#117 Smiles
#118 Faith of a child
#119 Cousins playing
#120 Fish Fry
#121 Surprise snowfall
#122 Afternoon naps
#123 A night chatting with a friend
#124 A great book to get me out of a reading rut
#125 Going to church as a family
#126 Spaghetti
We live by faith, not by sight. ~ 2 Corinthians 5:7
=D What's there to say but, "Love it!"
ReplyDeleteI've always considered Ultrasound Day to be next to Christmas in excitement levels. ;)
Such a sweet moment you were able to share with her!! It will be wonderful to watch the bond between them grow :)
ReplyDeleteI have tears in my eyes!! Congratulations on another sweet baby girl!
ReplyDeleteJessica
Congratulations! What a wonderful moment for you and your daughter!
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