After
this post almost two years ago, I've had several of you ask me if our Grace fit into our birthday pattern.
The answer is no.
The answer is also yes.
As some of you might remember, our family birthday pattern, after Nate boy arrived, went a lot like this: 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14. A lovely pattern indeed. So it stands to reason that we were all hoping that Grace would be born on either the 2nd or the 16th. Except in truth, I wasn't.
Because in order to be born on the 2nd, she would have to show up five weeks early, on September 2nd, which was not worth it in any way. (Technically she could have arrived October 2nd, but we have done this enough to know that was definitely not happening. Yours truly was not having a baby two days before her due date. Not possible.) And the 16th was only two days after our Campbell's birthday. And because I like to make such a big deal out of birthdays, I sure am grateful to have as many days between them as I can. So I was just hoping little Grace would show up on a day that was already in our birthday pattern and we could call it good.
Just over two weeks ago, on September 9th, I woke up feeling strange and like something wasn't right. Which is a funny thing for someone who has had painful contractions for almost 20 weeks, along with a million other crazy pregnancy problems. I couldn't really verbalize why, but I knew without question I needed to call the doctor. I did and and made an appointment for later in the afternoon. And even though I knew I needed to go, I felt a bit silly. I had just been in four days earlier and had another appointment in two days. But off I went.
And about thirty minutes into the appointment is when I was told I would be going straight to the hospital and that our baby girl was coming that day. As I mentioned in a
previous post, I called Jacob to let him know and then just kind of sat in the car trying to wrap my mind around the fact that our little girl would be here soon.
Not many minutes later, Jacob showed up at the parking lot of the doctor's office and the first words out of his mouth were, "So are you okay with our baby being born on the 9th?"
And without hesitation, I replied, "Absolutely."
You see, in those quiet moments I had spent in the car, I had been thinking and praying. I was feeling so overwhelmed with the privilege it was to be a mom and for the five children I already had that I adore beyond what I could ever convey. And while this pregnancy had been the hardest I had ever had and I was just oh so very exhausted, I knew, with every part of my heart, our little girl was worth anything it took to get her here. She was supposed to be in our family and both Jacob and I knew it, long before she actually joined our family on this earth. And I couldn't wait to meet her. Because I
knew, absolutely
knew, that this was the day she was supposed to be born. No, I don't think the Lord cared one way or the other that her birthday was on the 9th, but I did know that her day to come was that exact day and He had protected her and kept her safe so that she could arrive when she should have. So whether it was the 2nd or the 16th or the 9th or the 23rd...it suddenly didn't matter in my heart.
So to answer the question several of you have asked me...does our little Grace fit within the birthday pattern I originally planned? Not like I thought might be the case. And yet, like each of our other children, she fits perfectly.
Just exactly where she belongs.
(And I guess I really should mention, if you really think about it, she technically does work
right into our birthday pattern quite well. 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12, 14. See how she fits right in the
middle there and makes our pattern complete? Just like she does for her momma's heart.)