After 6 months, you would think that being the mother of two children would be like second nature to me, yet I struggle with balancing time spent with my son and taking proper care of my daughter.
You see, Angus was an only child for 8 years. When he asked us for a sibling, we had to tell him that there would not be another child in our house. The fertility Doctors told us that we could get pregnant, we just needed their help to get there. So, here we are 8+ years after Angus, and now we have a beautiful little girl added to our family.
Piper was the surprise of a lifetime. You can imagine how we could think children were not possible without help. We had never used birth control, we did not need it, right?
I will never forget where I was when I realized I might be pregnant. I was in bed and it was a few hours after my husband had said to me “If I didn’t know better, I would swear you are pregnant.”
To which, I replied, “You don’t know what you are talking about”. Then later, while lying in bed, I thought, “Oh God, could I be pregnant?”
The next morning I went out and purchased a home pregnancy test, a good cheap one! I took the test and instead of having to wait two minutes, it was positive right away. I called the Doctor ‘s office and told them I had to get in right away. Then I had to go to work. I told no one, because I hadn’t even told Dan yet. That night, I came in the door, tired and emotional. I walked up the stairs and saw Dan in the kitchen. As soon as i saw him, I started to cry. (Yes, I am a cryer).
Dan looked at me and said “What’s wrong?”
I tried to breathe, and I said, “I am pregnant.” Those three words that 8 years ago had given us so much joy and excitement, now filled me with worry and uncertainty . I was 43 years old, the chances of serious, life threatening birth defects was much higher due to my age. Dan stayed home from work so he could go to the appointment with me the next day.
The Doctor confirmed the pregnancy and did the first pre-natal exam. After measuring and feeling my belly, he placed the stethoscope on my belly and pronounced a healthy heart rate of 140 bpm, which meant that I was about 4 months along. I know, how do you get to be 4 months pregnant and not know it? At that time, I had been going through a lot of stuff. My Dad was extremely ill and we spent most of our time, not at work, driving back and forth to Toronto. I could explain every symptom I had. Those symptoms were heart burn and weight gain. My clothes were getting tighter, but, I am a stress eater, stress also gives me heartburn.
That afternoon we had a dating ultrasound, and the tech confirmed 16 weeks and 4 days. WOW! It was real, we saw and heard her little heart beating.
Now that tiny little girl is almost 7 months old. She is a wonder, crawling and pulling up on things. Her big brother is proud as punch and he will tell anyone and everyone that Piper is his little sister. He helps out with her by entertaining, playing with her and keeping her company in the back seat of the car.
Piper is one lucky little girl, she has a big brother that she adores. Her little face lights up when she sees him.
Don’t get me wrong, we have problems. Angus makes a lot of noise and wakes her from naps, he complains about the noise she makes when she is unhappy and the green eyed monster rears his ugly head from time to time. Dan spends lots of time with Angus, but it is not the same. Angus understands that Piper needs more supervision than he does, but he still has the right to feel ripped off. We just do our best to get him involved and hopefully the bigger Piper gets, the easier it will be to spend more time with Angus.
I can can only imagine what parents of three children go through. Having two is hard enough. We are done though, things have been taken care of, thanks to my husband stepping up and getting the job done.