I've said on this blog before that while we always wanted three babies- our plan was to have them like everyone else does, one at a time. The quality of our embryos were not great. In fact the third one was dying and not freezable. So when we were finally told at 10 weeks that it was in fact triplets I of course started having thoughts like, " whew, ok, we're pregnant and while I don't feel out of the woods and I don't really want to celebrate- "but honey, do you think there's a girl in there? "
I'm a little embarrased to admit it but I was one of those girls that said the whole, " oh we don't care, as long as their healthy!" But to be honest, I secretly wanted one girl. Yes I wanted the whole dress my girl up stage, the mother of the bride stage, the best friend stage- but deep down I knew this would probably be the only time I was pregnant and this shot was my only one.
So on week 12, we went for our bi-weekly specialist appointment. When the tech came in and did the ultrasound I almost couldn't take the suspense. I had a gut the night before and told whit on a whim that it was "two boys and a girl." I've never been right about anything in my life so I didn't put too much weight in that.
The tech said well baby A is a boy. She then worked pretty hard to see B. Keep in mind that all this mashing on my stomach has almost made me hurl. I was pretty much surviving on watermelon and grapefruit juice and the morning sickness was more like all day sickness. She finally worked her way to baby C and we were about to explode out of the room when she said, "well!!, it's a girl!"
There are two times in my life that I thought I would cry and didn't. This was one of them. The other was my wedding day. Both days I was so elated with joy that I had this ridiculous smile plastered across my face. The one where one of those pageant girls is riding in the back of a mustang convertible at a parade doing that fake wave. That was me. Iremember texting my close friends and family the iPhone emoticons of two boys and a princess. I remember yelling " I told you!" to whit, like he had ever disagreed with me.
So there it was. We were having triplets, and one was a girl. And grace would be a part of her name.
I'm writing this tonight because lately that girl has been my hard one. She works herself up during the bedtime routine and it's so hard on this momma. She likes to ask for 1,021 things to avoid bedtime and guess who trots around the house trying to please her every command? Yep. Me.
The boys are perfect at bed and ask for nothing other than a prayer or a back tickle. She has trained me to put sticker earrings on her, perfectly place 5 blankets on her, pat her, get all of her ponies in the crib, pray over her and tell her what's for breakfast and sing about 6 songs and tell her about every charm on my necklace. It's a circus and I'm the lead act.
She's sensitive, she's caring, she notices things I wouldn't guess an almost three year old would. She's kind, smart, strong and beautiful. And with all that chaos at bedtime I'm working on some solutions but tonight- I'm not all that worried about it- I'm just thankful for that one girl.