Wednesday, June 20, 2007

My Brown Eyed Boy


I was disappointed to find that I was pregnant March of 2006. My first two children were closer then I had anticipated and I had promised my midwives, my mother and myself that I would wait longer the next time around.
Pregnancy and deliveries are not my forte. I started later in life then most Mormon moms and although I would consider my early 30's to be the prime of my life thus far, my body was asking why I didn't have children 10 years ago.

My pregnancy with Abram was a tough 9 months. I often found myself saying to anyone that would listen, "This baby had better be worth it".
I was a little nervous about having a boy, would I love him as much as I loved my girls? It wasn't going to be nearly as much fun to dress him.The day of Abram's birth arrived. As the midwife lay him on my stomach two large saucer-like eyes peered up at me, my hard heart melted.Abram has the most patient, sweet disposition. He only cries when really ticked off, hums himself to sleep every night and eats all his vegetables and rice cereal. My angelic Abram was absolutely worth 9 hard months.
Now if I could just get him to sleep longer than 2 hrs at a time.

1 comment:

Herrick said...

Martha: This was such an inspired post for me. I just found out last week that I am expecting a third little baby and though I knew I wanted a third I just got into the best shape of my life, was planning to run a marathon this fall, really don't like being pregnant and also have a hard time delivering my babies! But, these are selfish things, of course it will be worth it. Of course it will and I'll be so happy! -- Heather