Plain as Day

My husband and I never wanted to find out the gender of our first child early. Why would anyone want to ruin one of the last big surprises life has to offer? It seemed almost cynical, like finding out would ruin the magic somehow. Discovering that we had a daughter just added to the euphoria of seeing our infant for the first time.

Early into this pregnancy it was clear that our daughter was quite set on a sister. Five year olds do not necessarily have the tact or coping skills to handle this sort of disappointment gracefully, so we decided it was in her best interest to find out the gender. This baby and pregnancy has been as much hers as it has been ours  as she plans how to redecorate her soon-to-be-shared bedroom and counts down the months until she will be a big sister. It was surprisingly easy to let go of the old notion that early discovery would somehow effect our excitement. In fact, I think it became a bigger deal, now there was one day set aside for this detail alone. It was like Santa offering to bring your Christmas gifts in September.

I’m impressed that I slept at all, felt like a kid the night before her birthday. And, there were, of course, those lingering fears that the tech would find something wrong after these 19 weeks of elation.  We got to the part where he says, lets check out the gender and I was crawling out of my skin. He says that it is plain as day and I am immediately certain it is a boy – girls are just harder to call. “It’s a girl,” he says. My daughter pumps her fist and says “YES!” and I watch as he explains what we are seeing, my tears clouding the screen, dripping down my face.

And there it is, a little girl, my companion, dancing around in my belly, as healthy and loved as can be.  Somehow, knowing has made this time together even more precious to me. Watching my eldest grow so quickly before me, I treasure this time with my second daughter, while she is as close to me as we wish our children could be always.

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Tyra on April 9, 2011 at 2:03 pm

    What a beautiful, beautiful story Malia. Thank you for sharing!

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