I am so much more worried about baby number three.
His health, mainly. He looked great on the ultrasound, his heartbeat has been strong, I’m measuring correctly…. but the what-ifs continue to go through my mind often.
I know most every mom has these fears as her unborn baby grows inside of her, and of course I worried when I was pregnant with the girls, but with them it was more of a passing thought, because I just knew they would be fine. With this one, in the back of my mind I do know that most likely he will be born perfectly healthy and stay that way…. but the worries are more prominent.
It could be because I’m older and wiser this time around, and I’ve been exposed to devastating situations through blogs, and through our own loss of my nephew from SIDS, since having Summer and Camryn. I kind of wish I could live in denial that bad things don’t happen to babies.
Another part of me questions how we could get so lucky as to have two beautiful, healthy kids already and then be blessed with a third. I know of so many good people who desperately want and deserve babies of their own, or who suffer unimaginable circumstances with their child. Why them? Why us? Surely, there is a catch here.
Jace has been kicking me intensely as I’ve typed this, almost as a reminder to me that I have to have faith that he is perfect and healthy until he is physically here in our arms. What a sweet boy, already looking out for his mama.
I’m going to take his cue and do my best to push these worries away. They don’t do any good, and they will disappear as soon as that baby boy is screaming his head off in the delivery room I’m sure!