The summer of 2010 (I was 34 yrs. old); Michael and I
decided to try during the months of July and August to have another baby. That was it…we gave ourselves 2 months and if
we weren’t pregnant, then too bad, so sad.
We didn’t get pregnant, so we started school…and then
basketball (same old story, new year). Towards
the end of February 2011, I prayed (ok, begged) that if a baby girl was not in
God’s plan for me, then could He please change my heart. I didn’t want to long for something that was
not what God intended for me or our family.
I was so happy with my boys, and
I needed God’s help to be content in my blessings. I began planning our trip for Disney
World. We were planning to go during Spring
Break of 2012. I was excited because
Cooper was all about The Mouse at the time, and I just knew he was going to love
it. It had been right at 6 years since
the big boys had been, so Carter didn’t remember his first trip.
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I didn’t tell Michael what I was doing, but as the faintest
of all faint lines appeared (so faint, in fact, that I wasn’t even sure I could
really see it), I started to panic. Four
kids, its way passed the summer deadline, I’m planning Disney (I quickly did
the math….really?? Disney with a 3 month old!!!) and I would be 35-almost 36-when
this baby would be due! This was not in
my plan! You would think I would learn, right?
Anyway, I ran in to tell Michael the news.
He was relatively calm, and I think he was actually confused as to why I was so baffled.
By the fourth time, one might think it becomes old hat. No big deal, you know what to expect, your
older and wiser…lol. I am here to tell
you, at least for me, every time feels like the first time.
I spent the next several hours re-planning Disney for the summer. I decided I would rather go pregnant than with a new baby.
I spent the next several hours re-planning Disney for the summer. I decided I would rather go pregnant than with a new baby.
Over the next few days, we alternated between excited and
wondering if we were absolutely insane for having another baby. I scheduled my first pre-natal appointment, and my doctor went
over all of the essentials. Due to my ‘advanced
maternal age’ I was asked if I wanted an NT scan. This is a test they do right around 12 weeks
to make sure everything is developing as it should. Well, with all of my obsessing researching, I had read
that sometimes they can tell you the baby’s gender with about 70% accuracy at
this scan, so after a lot of thought, I opted to have the test. Besides, it was a chance to get to see the
baby. It’s a good thing I’m not an
ultrasound tech…I think I would give myself an ultrasound every other day. Anyway, at 11 weeks, 5 days, the doctor said
she was about 75% sure it was girl. More
importantly, the baby looked amazing.
They did a very detailed scan of the heart, brain, lungs, etc., and
everything was developing exactly the way it should. They combine this scan with some blood work
and that came back great as well.
We decided not to tell anyone about the ‘girl thing’ yet…not
even our moms, which I would later get in trouble for. A few more weeks went by. I went in for a
routine dr. appt., and I asked if there was any way we could have a quick
gender check ultrasound. We were leaving
for Disney the following week, and I really wanted to buy something for the
baby while we were there (obviously, patience is not my strength). Unfortunately, the tech was busy that day,
but said I could come back in a couple of days.
The day before we left for Disney, I had the quick u/s, and was told that it was, indeed, a girl. Thrilled might be an understatement. I sent a picture of the u/s to Michael and our moms. Sigh, it was amazing!
The day before we left for Disney, I had the quick u/s, and was told that it was, indeed, a girl. Thrilled might be an understatement. I sent a picture of the u/s to Michael and our moms. Sigh, it was amazing!
This pregnancy was very similar to the others except I had a
couple of episodes of spotting, which always proved to be nothing, and was
diagnosed with gestational diabetes for the first time. Other than that it was smooth sailing. I had to be monitored more closely in the
last trimester because of the GD, but everything always came out perfect.
We scheduled an induction for Nov. 14. My doctor didn’t want me to go over 38 weeks
because the GD can cause some issues. I
had really been hoping I would go in to labor on my own this time, since I had
been induced with the other 3, but I was also glad to have an end date in
sight. It was also the very beginning of
basketball season, so it was nice to plan it around that.
Well, the night of Nov.8, same night as Michael’s first
scrimmage of the season, I began having contractions. By the time he got home, close to 11:00, they
were getting stronger, but still not very regular. I was up all night, and by 3:30 that morning
I knew I was ready to go to the hospital.
By the time we got there at 4:00, it was getting pretty intense. Epidural please! Well, I figured out why it was so
intense. As soon as I got my epidural, I
was already at 9cm. A little after 7:30
am, on Nov. 9, 2011, Clara Grace Jackson was put into my arms, weighing 5 lbs. 13 oz.
Thank you, Lord, for knowing the details of our lives. Thank you for having absolutely perfect
timing and thank you for loving me in spite of my impatience and doubt.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. ~Psalm 139: 13-14
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. ~Psalm 139: 13-14
Clara-What a miracle you are. You are so loved! We are blessed to be a part of your life and
can’t wait to see where God takes you and how He uses you for His glory!
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