Friday, October 30, 2009

Photostory Friday - Carter's story

 
 
 
 
PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek
 
 
 


How sweet it is to share a baby with 6 older siblings. They might battle each other most of the year, but the love really shows when these special times come around. The truth is I didn't want this little guy. My husband was bugging me for 2 years and I kept telling him we had our 6 like we planned....everyone else told me I should have another...(can you believe the audacity)...I just told em right back they could go have another. ....telling me I should have 7 kids, what was wrong with them?




 
 
 

 


I tried so hard to believe we would live happliy ever after with our clan of 6, but often I would sit down at the dinner table and still feel someone was missing....ever had that feeling? I'd look at the table and how we fit so perfectly and wonder how we'd squeeze another person. I even reasoned in my mind that we could do for almost 2 years with a high chair, maybe that would give us time to get a bigger dining room....and of course the thought would be interrupted.


Well, I started feeling really, really, tired, but then the familiar feeling of aching in the legs came every day, and I tried hard to deny what I knew. I even couldn't figure out the weight gain, just hoping the next 2 years that I was so ready to selfishly start enjoying again would work out exactly how I planned. Who am I kidding, just how many of our plans come into being?


So I realized I was pregnant, and I realized I was going to get that I told you so grin from the culprit. We were having another difficult time in our difficult marriage...and he'd recently asked what he could do to make me forgive him. Quite spontaneoulsy I wrote a list, it was pretty short actually. Lets see if I remember...heat by next winter, internet, maternity jeans & an extreme marriage makeover. Sure enough he was so excited to hear maternity, he missed the rest. (I told him not to worry because it was saved on the computer).


I was tremendously blessed when God moved a Nigerean doctor dh worked with on a missions trip to stay with us a few months, who was willing to deliver our #7. My husband had delivered #6 at home, but I really wanted a doctor to be present this time. Around 11pm I started having weak contractions, and the big little guy was born in a birthing pool in my son's room about 6.30am just in time for his siblings to meet him before going off to school.


In case you're wondering, we still don't have heat, our neighbour hooked up free internet for us, we found a wonderful pair of jeans on sale the next day for $16 at the Gap, and the extreme marriage makeover...dh just thought that meant fulfilling the first three things on the list.

8 comments:

Lemonade Makin' Mama said...

What a darling post... funny how God makes things happen eh? I love that you prayed for jeans, and then got them... THAT is a definite need!

latree said...

seven!
I dreamed of having seven but I don't think I could bear them. but your feeling about the 7th is exactly the same as how I felt about our coming 4th...

Carrie and Troy Keiser said...

ah well each brings their own special spirit and you couldn't imagine life without them.
I've felt this way, but my husbad is more than positive 6 is ALL we will EVER need.

Carissa(GoodnCrazy) said...

OH MY GOSH fab photo montage.. he's adorable. and now.. I MUST read more of your blog.. nigerian mission dr.. huh? delivered last one at home.. huh? I'm ready tell me more... !

Emily said...

How sweet. I totally had that "someone's missing" feeling...and then when I had my 3rd I had the "we're complete" feeling! :)

Michelle said...

What an adorable little guy and great story about how he came about. :)

Happy PSF!

Maggie May said...

Two is all I could manage..... but that produced 4 super grandchildren!
Think how many you could end up with! (grandchildren, I mean!)

Nuts in May

Chris said...

Sometimes it's funny how we think we're in charge of our lives, only to find out that that ain't necessarily so...