I don’t think I will ever forget the moment I found out I was pregnant for the first time. I was so happy and just filled to overflowing with joy at the blessing God had bestowed upon us. I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home from the basketball game he was coaching so that I could tell him.
I looked forward to each stage of pregnancy with anticipation and excitement. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out the gender of the baby, but when I went for an ultrasound I couldn’t help myself. I told the technician to only tell us if she was sure. She said it was pretty obvious. That got me thinking for a split-second that it was a boy. I had dreamed of a blond, curly-headed boy during the pregnancy. Then she said that we were going to have a girl. I was so excited. My husband had told me, before we were married, that he wanted five boys. I remember telling him that I wanted at least one girl. 
Everything was going along so well. I felt like I was made to be pregnant. I could get down on the floor cross-legged with no problem while others in our childbirth class seemed to have so much trouble even sitting in a chair. I even played the piano at a Sunday night church service a few hours before my water broke.
It was exactly 2 weeks before my due date when Julia was born. My water broke, so we went to the hospital like the doctor had told us to. When we walked off of the elevator onto the labor and delivery floor I said, “I am in labor.” The nurses looked at me like “Yeah, right.”
However, I had my sweet baby girl just 9 hours after my water broke on a July morning almost 10 years ago. I don’t think I could have been prepared for how much our lives would change or how one little 8 pound baby could command so much attention. Yet, I can’t imagine my life without her or her brothers.
I feel like these 10 years have gone so fast. I can’t believe that my baby has turned into such a young lady. She is still such a little girl, but I am sure it won’t be long until the dolls and pretend play are forgotten. I pray that it doesn’t go too fast. This mama gets teary thinking about my first baby being a woman. I know it is the way things go, but I am not ready yet.
So, for now, I am going to enjoy every moment I can with this sweet little girl that God blessed me with. I pray that she will see me as a friend and confidant as the years go by. I also pray that God will give us the wisdom to help her become the woman He intends for her to be.
Join Heavenly Homemakers for Gratituesday each week. Next week I will be posting about my littlest guy rounding out this 4 week series on my children.
