As soon as I hear the first cry of my newborn child I immediately ask the midwife “what is it? What is it?” And the question which has been burning a hole in my mind for 9 long months is finally answered.
My sixth delivery last year was especially memorable. Even though I don’t put much stock in old wive’s tales, every single sign pointed to a boy. It was unmistakable! I carried low and all in the front. My face didn’t swell. I craved salty and savory foods. The heartbeat was consistently 120 to 130 my entire pregnancy. And did I mention that I already had 3 boys and so it seemed had every other woman in my family for the past couple of years? Another boy was pretty much inevitable.
My husband and I had a long list of boy’s names ready. It was all we talked about those last few weeks.
And then came delivery day. After just 1.5 hours of active labor, my baby was born with just one push (and I was still standing up!). I quickly asked “what is it?” And the midwife, with a bit of mischief in her voice, said “see for yourself!”
She laid that beautiful newborn on the bed in front of me and the first words out of my mouth were “Oh my goodness, that sure is a prissy little boy!”
“That’s because it isn’t a boy,” she laughed and told me “look between the legs, mama!”
What a joy! God had surprised us with a daughter this time!
We usually don’t find out the gender beforehand. The nine months of waiting is just too much fun. I know that other couples are completely on the opposite end of the spectrum. My older sister likes to find out so she can plan ahead and leave nothing to guesswork. She always asks me “how can you torture yourself like that?”
To me, it’s an enjoyable kind of torment. Like knowing your birthday presents are wrapped up and hidden away until the big day, but only being able to guess what’s hiding under the beautiful paper and bows. Or knowing that your husband is planning something extra special for your upcoming anniversary, but being left to imagine and dream about the surprise in store.
I also love that when you call your family and friends on the big day, you have some news to share besides the baby’s weight and hair color. Everyone wants to know the answer to that question! “Is it a boy or girl??”
And for me, personally, leaving the gender a surprise actually helps me out in labor. It gives me an extra goal to work towards. During those final and very difficult contractions I tell myself “just keep going and you’ll find out very soon what it is!”
So there probably won’t be an announcement on my blog when I have my 20 week ultrasound, except to hopefully say “all is well!”
Have I ever found out beforehand? Yes! With our second child we opted to find out what God was hiding in there. My husband was in Afghanistan and it was something exciting and encouraging to share with him while he was far from home. It was a fun experience, and something I don’t regret at all!
Do you find out the gender? Why or why not?