I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I was a nervous wreck when I found out we were pregnant with our second child.
Interestingly enough, Emmett was actually completely planned. Six months postpartum with our firstborn, I started having issues with my endometriosis again. After talking to my OB about it, he gave me two options: either get back on birth control or get pregnant. We knew we wanted to have another baby and we also didn’t want to deal with my body getting on and then back off of birth control, so we thought, “Heck…why not try to get pregnant!”
A week in to trying, we discussed it a little more and decided that maybe we weren’t ready to get pregnant just yet.
It took one week. One.
That meant our kiddos were going to be only 15 months apart.
Fun Fact: Anytime I am in a situation that makes me uncomfortable or fearful, I always ask God to download a scripture on my heart. The hour within finding out we were pregnant, He gave me Psalm 127:3-5.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!”
As my pregnancy continued, I became less and less anxious, and slowly but surely started feeling comfortable in the idea of juggling two under the age of two. After all, if God was so willing to give me a second baby, He must have thought I could do it!
When March finally arrived, I was actually ready to get the show on the road and have Emmett. At 39 weeks, my doctor decided to go ahead and induce labor because of Emmett’s size (aka his massive head).
However, no matter how ready I thought I felt, when my alarm went off that morning to gather our things and head the hospital, I was struck with fear.
Our first postpartum stay at the hospital was less than ideal (and even that is an understatement).
Before I got out of bed, I asked God to give me a scripture to hang on to throughout the labor and delivery process; and with that I got out of bed, kissed our oldest goodbye as he slept, and we headed off to the hospital.
Even though I was already dilated to a four when we arrived, Emmett was in no rush to evacuate his cozy little home that he had taken up residence in for last 39 weeks. I labored until 3:15pm before the doctor came in to delivery him.
At 3:34pm, Emmett finally made his debut. As soon as they delivered him, he went straight to my arms and was seemingly content. It was immediate how calm we both made each other feel, and in that moment, I knew God had given me exactly what I needed.
To be honest, we seriously had the easiest hospital stay. He slept and ate extremely well (complete opposite of big brother in every way), and by the end of night one, we were wanting to get back home.
Over the course of the last year, not much has changed. Emmett is still an excellent eater and sleeper, always has a smile on his face, and is 100% a momma’s boy. He still manages to do everything exactly when he feels ready to do it, and I find that utterly and completely charming. That sweet boy of mine is the definition of joy, and brings a sense of calmness and peace to my life that I never knew I needed (he definitely gets that from his father). Being his mom is an absolute honor, and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for him!
Photographer: Stacie Leann Photography
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