That little red house is turning pink
Aaron McDonald, The Countywide & Sun
The Little Red House is turning pink.
Yep, we found out on June 27 that our newest arrival at the end of November will be another girl.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that my wife and I were a little disappointed ... for about two seconds. But we quickly realized that this was no time for selfish murmurings of what might have been if the pink had been blue. No time for thinking about how much fun it would be to have a son. No time for thinking about the realization of raising three girls. We were having another baby and that was reason enough to be joyful for what God has graciously given us.
When we were first married in September of 2004, we had naïve notions as to what our family would look like. We thought we would have four children; two boys and two girls. We thought we would be married for two years before starting our family. We even convinced ourselves that they would be evenly spaced by 18 to 24 months and alternate between boys and girls. What actually happened was something very different.
We welcomed our first daughter in October of 2005, just 13 months after being married. While this was much sooner than either of us had thought, we were, because we had to be, ready to start filling our quiver. What followed, however, was a five-year battle with infertility.
My wife knew she had Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) when we were married. So, when she told me she was pregnant just three months after we were married, we were both a little shocked. We hoped that this signaled that her PCOS would not be a hindrance to our plans.
It was not.
Three years into trying to have another baby, we were left wondering if we were going to be a single child home. My wife is an only child and the thought of raising an only child did not set well with her. She remembered wanting to have someone with whom to play, to keep secrets, to go on double dates, to cry, to do all those things that siblings do with one another.
Four years in, we began to see a fertility specialist who ran a myriad of tests and determined that not only did she have a fairly severe case of PCOS, but her body also attacked and killed that which is essential for fertilization.
Suddenly, the possibility of having another child seemed unattainable. Suddenly, the realization of just how precious a gift our eldest really was became crystal clear. Suddenly, we were faced with something for which we were wholly unprepared.
After a year of seeing the specialist, we decided to stop. We had come to peace with the reality of being a family of three. If this was what God wanted for us, then we were going to be content with it and put our focus on things other than having another baby.
Three months later, we were expecting our second child. No intervention. No explanation.
Three years later, and expecting our third child, we are truly thankful. We understand what a miracle children really are and that the only reason we have any of our three is because God saw fit to give them to us. There is no medical explanation for how my girls were conceived.
It should have been impossible. But, somehow it did happen.
So, The Little Red House is turning pink, andthat’s all right with me.
Posted on Wed, September 17, 2014