Archives for March 2015

We’re still here.

I’ve put my hands on Helen’s big belly and spoke sweet nothings to that little girlie in there. When that didn’t seem to do anything, I tried to reason with the baby, explaining that being late is not a good habit to get into and that we really need her to come on out here. When that didn’t seem to help either, I tried to tell her that I was starting to feel a little sad because everyday she stays in there is one less day I get to spend with her before she goes back to China….and that is kinda soon.

But, alas, we’re still here, praying, praying, praying for His mercies to bring this baby safely out to the world very soon. We know in our heads that His timing is perfect. We’re choosing to believe it in our hearts too, thanking Him as we pray for His protection thus far and asking Him very specifically to bring this baby into the world soon so that there is plenty of time to do the paperwork needed to get her home and that He would allow me to not miss any of the marriage retreat that we are hosting next weekend as well….because there is no way I’m missing this baby’s arrival. No way.

image via Erin, Art by Erin Leigh

March 18th. I know the day by heart because I’ve written it on a lot of forms since November. But, it was always just a hypothetical arrival date for this baby because we all knew she’d come a little early. Helen’s first one was 19 days early. So, surely, this one would be too.

Except she wasn’t.

It’s March 18th, and apparently she doesn’t know what that means because she was supposed to be out by now. And, everyday she hangs out in the cozy, little spot she’s got right now, we’ve got one day less to do all the preparations we have to do to get them home…which is sorta stressing us out right now.

We’ve received lots of suggestions including but not limited to long walks, a pedicure, squats and lunges, a car ride down a bumpy road, bowling, jumping on a trampoline, stair climbing, raspberry leaf tea, spicy food, a ride on a 4-wheeler, eggplant parmesan (seriously? don’t people know Chinese people don’t eat cheese???), nipple stimulation with or without a breast pump, and “the deed.” I will neither confirm nor deny which of those have been tried thus far.

This I will say—we’re praying hard. Please join us. Please pray that this baby comes out perfectly on time…and that that time would be very very soon…like in the next 24 hours.

image from Mae Handmade

18 hours ago, we were joking about the little leprechaun who’d be born today. The joking stopped when Jess the nurse sent us home at 3:am. Contractions were there but they just weren’t doing enough. At only 2 cm. dilated from 10:30-3:am with no change at all, the nurse smiled nicely and handed her clothes back to her, officially deflating all three of us thoroughly when she said, “I bet I’ll see you back in about 2 days.” 2 days? Really? 

patience. timing. trusting. waiting. 

Here we are.

Yesterday was hard.

Today is harder.

Helen’s discouraged. Frank’s unsure of himself. Mark’s anxious about the rush that will need to happen after this little person arrives to get them home safely. All 5 kids are playing as if it’s just any other day.

Me?

I’m writing again because it’s sort of what I do. And, praying. Castor oil hasn’t worked to bring this baby out to meet us. But, prayer can. We gotta pray this baby out.