the adams' blog

So May 20th it is… the birthday of my second child, a son. I have so many feelings and thoughts running through my head that I really don’t know where to start with this blog post.  I guess the first thing I should do is let everyone know about the Small Fry’s status.

Anyone [who reads this blog] knows that we’ve had a lot to worry about throughout this pregnancy.  All of those things have disappeared over time, but we’ve continued to worry that the doctors might have missed something.  Dr. V. did an amniocentesis on the baby today to see if his lungs are mature enough for him to be born.  After the amnio, Dr. V. asked us if we have any questions (of course, I did).  I told him we were still worried about the Trisomy-18 stuff, and I asked him if he saw anything of any concern with the baby and he gave us a very confident “No, I don’t see anything to worry about.  Everything looks good.”  About 4 hours later we got the results from the amnio: his lungs are mature, and he can be born tomorrow!  We’re definitely excited, but still worried.  I don’t think we’ll get over the worrying until he’s actually here with us, and everything checks out ok.

Another thing on my mind tonight is that I’m kind of torn about how this will affect America.  She’s been the center of attention for over a year now, and I have no idea how she’s going to accept a new baby.  She has shown some jealousy when I’ve held other babies, and I can’t remember how she acted when Jessica held other babies.  I think she’ll handle it well.  I’m not saying this because she’s my daughter, but I think she’s a very smart little girl, and she’s also very tender-hearted and a lovable child, so I’m confident she’ll adjust well.  To be honest, I’ve also worried about being away from her for so many days this week.  I’m absolutely crazy about her and to be away from her overnight is tough for me.  I sound like a total wimp by saying that, but I can honestly say that I can’t stand to be away from her for very long.  She won’t be at the hospital tomorrow until around 5PM and I think I can handle it until then.

I also can’t wait for Jessica to get back to normal again.  She’ll probably kill me for saying that.  Being pregnant for so many months with only a few months in between each pregnancy has been hard on her both mentally and physically.  She has hip pain that keeps her from sleeping well, and she’s completely miserable now.

I’m pretty wound up right now about what’s going to happen in eight hours, and I really can’t even continue this post with all the thoughts in my head.  My mind is racing and I can barely concentrate on what I want to say.  I keep trying to imagine what he’s going to look like.  I keep saying he’s going to come out with red hair, but that’s what I thought about America and she proved me wrong.  I’m so anxious about meeting this little guy and getting my life started with him, but at the same time the worrying lingers.  I keep telling myself to not let the worrying steal my joy.  After all, this situation is not in my hands.  God is in control, as always.

So tomorrow I’ll wake up (God willing) and head off to the hospital to meet my son.  A little guy who will change my life again, in the same way America changed it last year.  Stay tuned to this blog for updates and pictures.  I’ll post a link to pictures as soon as I can get them up on the website.

Pray for us!