Last Sunday morning we sat through Mass together as a family. A friendly parishioner came up to speak to us after Mass to let us know she was SURE we would have a boy. We wrangled the kids up and down and in and out and I wondered how (HOW!?) we would manage a fourth in our crowded laps and arms. Something about the routine and regularity of Mass every week always makes me wonder at the end of pregnancy, will I be pregnant next week at Mass? Will I even get to Mass next week? Is this Mass the last of the ones we will experience in our current phase… And turns out that it would be!
Later that evening my labour began and by midnight thirty it was Game On.
A sweet little lady was put in my arms not even 3 hours later.
We named her Joan Moira. Joan after St Joan of Arc and Moira is an Irish version of Marie/Mary in honor of Our Lady.
I was 38.5weeks the day she decided to arrive, and even with her healthy size the midwives thought she looked maybe even like a 37 weeker. She seems young and precious and tiny (to me – smallest baby I’ve ever had!) But still, I am so glad she decided to come early! I was definitely ready to meet her and be finished being pregnant. We are both doing very well – shes nursing and sleeping and occasionally being awake for awhile so we can see her little eyes. By Thursday she was back up to 8lbs 2oz and I am sure by now she has surpassed her birth weight, although I may have to put the bathroom scale to the task for proof.
I am working on the full story and all the details, and a few other posts (as I like to do it, in fits and starts – either a desert or a deluge of posts) but this one of course had to be first.
Many thank yous to everyone who was praying for us!