The theme of my blog is apparently that VERY SURPRISING and unlikely things do happen. ESPECIALLY. TO. ME.
During my pregnancy with Hudson people often scrutinized our decision not to find out the gender of our baby until delivery. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” was the usual response when we said we didn’t want to know.
For my 20 week anatomy scan, I asked for the sonographer not to tell me the sex of my baby, but told her that I still wanted a photo revealing the baby’s gender to save for later for the scrapbook. They obliged and put the gender ultrasound picture in an envelope, stapled shut.
Usually that envelope is given to a baker at Publix who puts some food dye in a cupcake, or something of that nature, for a gender reveal. And I have to admit that not revealing the baby’s gender prior to delivery DID mean missing out on a fun party. BUT, my reasons for not wanting to know the gender were far greater. A friend shared with me long before I was expecting that her husband shouting, “It’s a girl!” in the delivery room was the best moment of her life. I knew I wanted to experience that intimate moment too when I met my child!
When Hudson was born it felt like a dream when Matt shouted, “It’s a boy!” and then broke down and sobbed. It was the very first time I have ever seen him cry in my whole time knowing him.
A few days later when things had (sort of) calmed down [read: when Matt had passed his Pediatrics end of rotation exam], we decided to pull the ultrasound photo out of the safe and put it in the scrapbook.
We were both utterly shocked to discover that I am one of the estimated 5% that was given the WRONG GENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW!!! ISN’T THAT CRAZY?!
I am sorry to all of the pregnant and prepared for a girl moms I am scaring right now! BUT SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!
Can you imagine if we had prepared a nursery specifically for a girl? Can you imagine all of the clothes meant for a baby girl I would have been given for a shower, and would have washed prior to delivering? And can you imagine how I wouldn’t have had any boy clothes for him to wear? And can you imagine how much money that mistake would have cost? CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lord-willing we will be blessed with more babies in the future, and I can’t say that I’ll ever find out the gender prior-to– I certainly wouldn’t be able to trust their answer! Poo poo to that! SO to all of the people who judged me for not finding out, JUST MAYBE YOU HAVEN’T FOUND OUT EITHER!
Signed,
Can’t trust em
Morgan Whaley 