This time last year, I was getting ready to go to my billionth OB appointment.
I was hoping and praying for the arrival of Adiah.
My worst fear was being in the hospital for Christmas.
I had been walking around dilated to 5cm for two weeks and nothing seemed to be progressing.
I had given up on him EVER coming out. My parents and sister had arrived at my house late the night before and were going to stay home with Audra. As I kissed Audra bye and told my parents a few things that needed to be done, I had no idea that the next time I set foot into my house
I would be bringing home Adiah in my arms.
Ryan and I talked on the way to the doctors office about what we thought would happen.
The doctor would check me, tell me I am not progressing, and see you next week, like usual. He checked me and I had effaced about 50%. He told me to go walk around the mall and come back in a few hours and if there was any change at all they would admit me in the hospital.
I called my mom and let her know the plan.
As we walked out of the office, the first hard contraction hit and I had to stop walking.
I chalked it up to nothing more than a normal false labor pain.
Ryan and I went and grabbed lunch and I had a few more, but nothing really regular. Then we went to the mall and I had to start stopping a lot.
We headed back to the doctors. I was getting very uncomfortable.
As we walked into the office in the back of my head though, I felt like this might be it and I got really scared. Maybe Im an aweful person, but I was seriously scared of having my second child.
What if I didn't love him as much as I loved Audra? What if it was different? I mean I just didn't see how I could ever love another as much as I loved Audra. It scared me to death. I knew I loved him already, but what if I didn't love him the same amount?
The worrying came to a stop quickly though, because I started having to think about breathing.
I was sitting in a room with a whole lot of pregnant woman, and I was seriously swaying back and forth and breathing through contractions, trying not to moan. I didn't want to freak any of them out, I mean they themselves would be experiencing it soon enough.
My nurse came out and took one look at me and said, "OK you need to go to the hospital. You are going to have that baby today!" She hugged me and I am pretty sure I started hyperventilating.
I had no choice now other than to have this baby (not that I really had a choice anyways).
I called my mom and dad and we headed to the hospital.
I got to the hospital at about 3 PM and I had Adiah at 6:57 PM.
It was fast, but I seriously think it is funny how worried I was about loving him the same.
I can't explain it, but your heart literally grows and you can love even more than you thought possible!
He was perfect and beautiful!
I am so thankful for my little man.
This year has been so wonderful. Adiah has been pure Joy and Light for our family.
I am so excited for this next year and to watch him to continue to grow and form his little personality.
God has been so good to us.
Happy First Birthday Adiah!
We love you so much!
Thank you for teaching each one of us to love more.
You are the sweetest!
