Five years ago, February 11 was a Sunday. I was 9 months pregnant with baby number 4, and tired of pregnancy. My due date was not until Wednesday, but I was sure that baby should be arriving before that. Sunday night I was up late, in tears. I was tired of being pregnant. My husband was leaving for work early in the morning and wouldn't be home until Thursday. I didn't want to have the baby during the week while he was gone, but I really couldn't face being pregnant for another week. I was tired, and uncomfortable and overly emotional. I went to bed around midnight, sure that I was going to have to be pregnant forever - maybe somewhat dramatic? Pregnancy emotions!
I know that God hears our prayers, and I am thankful for answered prayer. I had cried out to Him and he heard my cry. Just before 1 am labour started. We got the kids out of bed, into a very cold van and dropped off with the grandparents. Called the other grandparents too, and the sister-in-law (She was my alternative support if baby came during the week, and since she'd been prepared to come with me, she came as a second support.).
At 2:50 am, our baby girl was here! Baby number 4, daughter number 2. She is so much fun! I can't imagine our family without her. I love her questions, her sense of humour, her silliness, her kisses and hugs, her everything.
Happy birthday to my baby, tomorrow!
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