It has been a long time since I sat down to pen another blog story. And for good reason. My wife and I welcomed our second child into the world almost 2 months to the day. Needless to say, my life has been a whirlwind the past couple weeks or so.
Having a 2 year old who turned 3 in December already in the fold, it was tough to get caught in the hoopla on the arrival of number 2. Leading up to my first being born, there wasn’t as much going on in my life so it was easy to think about it often and dwell on some of the questions others asked. Not so much the second time around. My biggest concern was having enough gas in my tank to keep up with my oldest child day in and day out.
To sit here and say I never thought about the second would be a lie. It would cross my mind traveling in my car alone. It would pop in my head as I laid my head on the pillow most nights. Every once in while during the course of a meeting I would catch myself staring out the window thinking about how my life would change. It is probably natural feeling and thought process.
Common questions are asked by most for the nine months. For months, the most common question asked in any pregnancy aside from asking the female how she is feeling, is the question of what gender you are hoping for. I had mixed feelings and emotions on both so typically I would be somewhat speechless and kindly respond that it didn’t matter. Deep down in the confines of my heart, I felt the same. I was speechless about it.
We decided not to find out this time around as to what we were having. Listening to some others who didn’t find out, I realized I was going to have to be the one to reveal the gender to my wife when the baby arrived. I think I can handle emotional situations pretty well so it didn’t cross my mind much.
Our due date was January 22nd. After Christmas, I had a feeling looking at my wife that we weren’t making it to the 22nd. And that was perfectly fine with me, as it would excuse from some stressful work meetings and planning. So on the morning of January 15th when my wife described how she was feeling, it was similar to how it was in the hours leading up to our first being delivered. Life was hours away from changing.
We arrived at the hospital at noon on January 15th. In less than 2 hours our second miracle was here. I had nine months to prepare for my big moment in revealing the sex of our baby. One would think nine months is a long time to prepare for something that seems so easy. Well, let me tell you its not easy. And I don’t think any amount of months could have prepared me.
As the doctor escorted our baby into the world, I was able to tell the gender. As I turned to my wife to tell her, I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth. I was speechless. Emotions came over me as I have only experienced one other time before- December 25th, 2012. I will never forget the feeling I experienced during those 10 seconds. Needless to say, I have a constant reminder in our second miracle Keegan.