For those of you that may not know, my husband and I have four girls. Their ages are 9, 8, 5, and 2. And yes, they absolutely keep us busy, but man are the days flying by. It’s no secret that I absolutely love hanging with them! So much so, in fact, that I’ve chosen not to work a “regular” job so that we can home school the girls. I am acutely aware of just how fast the time goes and you better believe I am embracing every little chance I get with them.
Surprisingly I haven’t had the question “was this baby planned” like the last pregnancy, thank goodness. I find that question a bit awkward and quite frankly nosy! It’s one thing if we’re good friends; it’s another if we’re more like an acquaintance. All that to simply say, yes, this sweet babe was so planned. When we found out I was indeed pregnant, we were pumped from the very beginning. It wasn’t long before I knew that my pregnancy symptoms were basically the same as the previous one, and the one before that, and before that and… yeah, you get where I’m going. 🙂 I really felt pretty strongly that we were due for another girl.
A Bump in the Road
A few days before the reveal, our oldest daughter, Chloe, was admitted to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit at Methodist Hospital due to an asthma attack. It really came out of nowhere and worsened extremely quickly. Thankfully, however, what could have been a tragedy ended up being a blessing in disguise. Chloe was able to get the care she needed and is now back to full health (with more knowledgeable and alert parents)! After two and a half days at the hospital and at 10pm the night before our big day, she was finally discharged!
The Big Reveal
Friday, the day of our party, went much like any other Friday in the Gonzalez household. I cleaned a client’s house, had a follow up appointment for Chloe, and of course had the big ultra sound (we didn’t find out the gender; instead we had our tech write the gender in a separate envelope). Honestly, we were running 100mph that Friday. I’m so thankful for my dear friend April, who hosted our party and got basically every.stinking.thing ready for us (and blew up tons of balloons per my request!), and my mom, who made most of the food. We arrived at our party just a few minutes before start time and were eager to find out the big news! 🙂 Earlier in the day I met up with my brother and sister-in-law (who couldn’t make it that night), gave them the envelope so they could see the gender, and they in turn gave us the correct “cannon” to launch. 🙂 After we had enjoyed a hot dog bar, jalapeno dip, watermelon, and some pasta salad, it was time to launch our “cannons” (what we were using to reveal the gender).
We got our cannons out, quickly figured out how to launch them, waited while our friends and family gave us a 10 second countdown, and BOOM! Pink confetti everywhere.
I was right! 🙂
I have to admit, I do feel a little bad for my husband, as he would, of course, love to have a son. But he is such a good sport and is embracing being a girl dad to the fullest.
We both fully believe and trust in a sovereign God who is writing our story exactly as He sees fit. We trust Him completely and are so thankful for another beautiful baby girl. I look forward to seeing how the Lord is going to use our sweeties for His glory both in our lives and in theirs.