A couple of days ago Cohen and I were driving in the car. I should probably mention he has become quite the storyteller.
“Mom, you know Nick Brown?” Bethny and Nick are dear friends of ours who live in our neighborhood. They are the only people I am aware of that Cohen always refers to by their first and last names.
“Yes, what about Nick Brown?”
“Him was up in a tree with him’s knife and he cut his finger OFF!” Nick cut down 10 dead, ivy-choked trees in our yard this fall. One afternoon, Cohen and I sat on the front porch so we could watch. Co was mesmerized by the process… and Nick Brown’s spiked, tree climbing shoes and, of course, his knife and chainsaw.
I said nothing, but just raised my eyebrows in the rearview mirror and enjoyed Cohen’s dramatic pause.
“Bethny Brown told him to pay attention. He did NOT.”
“Hhhmm,” I said smiling just a little.
“I saw his boo-boo at church, Mom. I am so serious.” Serious is Co’s new favorite word.
“Cohen- is this a story? or the truth?” I asked, hoping to watch him roll his eyes and say ‘story’.
“Mom, I am so serious. Its the truff. Call Nick Brown. Now.”
I called Bethny, who was on her way to work. She assured Cohen and I she would check to make sure Nick had all of his digits when she got home that evening.
Later, when we re-told the story to David, he looked at me and smiled. “Well, Cohen if its not a story and its not the truth, then it might be a lie.” Cohen insisted again that that Nick Brown had really cut off his finger and that it was the “truff”. David winked at me, “Well maybe he’s a prophet. Guess we’ll see on Sunday”
So…its Sunday and while I am sure hoping Nick Brown has all his fingers intact, sometimes I don’t doubt that children have some prophetic insight we adults sometimes lack.
Shortly after the wedding and moving into our home, Cohen started praying every night for God to put a baby in my belly. I would smile at him when his eyes were tightly shut, saying those prayers and I had to giggle a little when I could hear David and Cohen’s prayers drifting down the stairs into the living room. He was persistent. Oh, and he wanted a sister too. When I asked him why, he said “I like girls”. Fair enough, son, fair enough.
Sometime in late October I noticed his prayers for a sister in Mommy’s belly sort of stopped. He had started, instead, praying for everyone in our family by name, testing himself to see if he could remember them all.
By Thanksgiving I knew I was pregnant. It was too early to take a test (and good grief, aren’t those things expensive?!?!) but I knew. Before David and I had the confirmation of those two blue lines on the pregnancy test, Cohen announced at preschool that he was going to have a little sister. His teachers raised their eyebrows questioningly at me. I stammered something and teased Cohen about being such a little turkey. As we walked out to the car I asked Cohen why he told his teachers that. “You do have a baby in your belly, Mommy. I see a heart in your belly,” he smiled knowingly at me.
Not that long ago, Cohen asked me if we could name his sister “Lucy Cookie Monster”. I just laughed. He had that knowing smile on her face again.
We decided not to tell about the pregnancy until we had the first ultrasound. We were both itching to tell and so excited when I went in for blood work on Tuesday and were able to schedule the ultrasound for that Friday. Because the ultrasound was internal, I asked the midwife what she thought about bringing our three year old. She promised they would be extra-discreet during the procedure.
Thursday evening we told Cohen we had a surprise for him in the morning before preschool. He begged us to tell. He rode along with me that morning and guessed the whole way from Bellefontaine to Marysville. “Is my surprise a monster truck?” “Are we going to the zoo?” “Mom, are we going to Chicago to see the trains?”
We were early and stopped for coffee, tea and chocolate milk. “Is StarBOCK my surprise?” Co wanted to know. We walked into the doctor’s office. “What is this place, Mom?” The receptionists and nurses traded smiles. He was clueless until he saw the monitors in the room. He was present for one of Aunt Beth’s ultrasounds.
“Mooooommmm is there a baby in your belly?” He was grinning from ear to ear.
“We have to ask the doctor,” I said.
“Oh Mom! Can I hug you?” He hugged my face and suddenly looked so grown. I thought of the first ultrasound I had for him, when he was shadowy 12 week old fetus. And now he is such a little boy…not even a toddler.
The doctor walked in and Cohen was quick to ask, “Can you open up my Mom’s belly and see if there is a baby in there?” We all laughed.
The second the sonogram caught sight of that little bean of a baby, Cohen went nuts. “There is is, Mom! There’s the baby!” Then he looked at David and I, “I TOLD you so! I TOLD you! I TOLD you, Mom!” He watched the screen as the baby kicked and squirmed and then could barely keep himself from doing the same.
I collected the photos and we headed back to Bellefontaine for work and preschool. I called my mom and handed Cohen the phone. “Grandma! I am a GIANT brother! My Mom has a baby in her belly! Its bary tiny and it has one arm and one leg!” I could hear Mom cackling through the phone. I later tried to convince him that the baby has two of each, even though he couldn’t see them. It didn’t work. He gave the same report to the receptionist at the school, his music teacher, the janitor, and both of his preschool teachers working that morning. He had to carry the pictures and begged me to let him keep them in his pocket for the day. When that didn’t work, he asked if we could put one of the pictures on the wall of family photos in his classroom.
I think its fair to say he’s excited. *grin*
So I thought I would answer all the questions that I am sure I will get asked again and again (since they are the same questions I ask pregnant people over and over):
When are you due?
Best estimates (since its hard to estimate from an ultrasound) are July 30-August 2. I am about 10 and a half weeks pregnant.
Was the baby a surprise?
Well, I think finding out a little person is growing inside of you is always a surprise, but we weren’t trying not to get pregnant.. just happy that it happened so quickly!
Is this a honeymoon baby? (okay so that’s not a common question, but I have gotten it at least 5 times now)
No… close, but not quite.
Are you going to find are the gender?
No, we’re not. I didn’t know with Cohen and I loved it. I thought it was so much fun to guess and wonder. Plus it made labor more rewarding. And, seriously, how many true surprises do you get as an adult?
Do you have a preference about gender?
No… we don’t. Now, Cohen is another story. He is not open to the idea of having a brother at all. He is SURE he wants a sister. Named Lucy.
Do you have a feeling about the gender?
Not yet. I had a strong feeling with Cohen, that he was a boy from the beginning. So we’ll see if I start to get a feeling about this one. David thinks girl. So does my mom.
Do you have names?
Sort of, but we won’t be telling. Sorry, folks.
Will you have a midwife again?
Yes. As long as I can carry the baby full-term, yes. In Ohio babies under 36 weeks cannot be delivered by a midwife. Cohen was born at 34 weeks, so I am hopeful this one will make it a little longer.
How have you been feeling?
Honestly? Miserable. With Cohen I was sick through the 5th month at least and then on bed rest by the 7th… BUT my life is VERY different and happier this time around, which cannot hurt. And this time the midwife just prescribed an awesome anti-nausea medication that is like magic. So as soon as I get some energy back, I am going to be good to go!