Once upon a time I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and we named him Beau. He is our fourth child and everybody thought that we were crazy for having four. It was very common to have people ask us when we were going to have our next one since, well, honestly, I don’t know why that was considered funny but it was, so we were asked it A LOT! We were done though, four was definitely the right number of kids for us.
( I mean, I don’t think you could fit any more cuteness into a photo anyway, so why try?!)
With this knowledge comes happiness in knowing that the last child is in diapers, my sleepless nights are almost over, I can actually start doing some things easier, like oh I don’t know, everything! Going hiking with ease or horseback riding were within my reach, especially since we had moved to this amazing ranch where all of that stuff is right outside my door!! Oh the tantalizing taste of freedom!!
This is where I need to stop and clarify something for everyone, whether you know me or not. I love my children. I adore them to the deepest part of myself. I can not for one second imagine a life without one of them, they are who I am. So while I am talking about tasting freedom, I am not imagining ways to give them away, ( especially since I’m sure whoever took them would pay me to take them back!), or wishing that we had done things differently. That is not something that I can even comprehend!
Ok now that that’s taken care of, where was I? Oh yes, freedom to move around easier was finally within my grasp! And then we had to eat our words and admit that maybe five was the right number for us after all………
I actually put the telling of this fact off as long as I possibly could, which considering that we do live in the middle of nowhere, was fairly easy to do! It’s not that I wasn’t happy about another baby, after a couple of days of getting used to it, I was excited. It’s just that I remembered everyone’s thoughts about us having four and I didn’t want to listen to them again. I was being a chicken, I knew it, and I didn’t care! Eventually the telling was done and no one died of shock.
Now like I have said before, we live in the middle of nowhere. To give you an idea of what exactly I mean, I was seven months along before anyone up here knew I was expecting, and that’s only because Gabe is a blabber mouth and couldn’t help but tell the only person he had seen in a long time, the exciting news. So now you know how infrequently I see people!
As my final pregnancy winds down to the last ten days!!!!, I have one real worry. The hospital is an hour and a half away. Need I say more? AAAAHHHHH!!!! I have heard many wonderful stories about the men and women up here who have got to deliver their own children on the way since its not exactly down the street to the ER. I’m sure these stories were told with the intention of, umm, encouraging ?, or warning me, but honestly there are some things you just don’t tell a woman about until afterward, and this was one of them! Yes Jason has calved. Yes we have four other children that he was present for. Yes he could do it. That does not change the fact though, that I don’t want him too! Oh and he doesn’t want to do it either!
So for now, that’s my only concern about having five dirt collectors instead of four. Really, my house is already loud and crazy, what can change that much with one more? I will worry about that, after I’m done worrying about getting to the hospital in time. Until then everything else seems like a piece of cake!