Throughout my pregnancy, Jordan and I were so convinced (as were strangers, doctors, family etc) that we were having a boy. I carried high (and FAR out) and I spent the final months getting pointed at by mostly men, oddly enough, telling me “It’s a boy!”, “You know that’s a boy right?”, and “Oh, he’s coming any minute!” It was very bizarre but even in the hospital while being induced for forever, all the midwives and nurses would comment that they voted Boy.

Aside from a few key people (my sister Megan and friend Laura most notably), the only person who really believed and bet on Delaney being a girl was the midwife who delivered her, Crystal. I could dedicate an entire post to her alone because she was so great, but Crystal left us Wednesday night telling me “I’ll be back tomorrow at 7am, but you’ll have your baby by then so I’ll try to come see you in recovery.” I loved her so much — and I think Delaney did too, because I was STILL in labor come the morning.

But, I digress. I’ve always wanted a baby. Always. And for so many reasons, I loved the idea of having a girl. A girl to teach sports to, to dance with, to color with, to craft with, to dress up, and to bond with in ways that would be so different from boys. That being said, there was a moment in time during my pregnancy while away in Maine that it dawned on me that I could be a parent of a boy. It was crazy and from then on, I was sure of it. 

Of course, we had no boy names, no real plan for a bris/no bris etc, and I figured that since we were unprepared, surely that’s what we’d have.

When I delivered Delaney, Jordan called out the gender. Due to sleeplessness, anxiety, trauma from what he just saw, and probably the certainty that Delaney would be a boy – he called “It’s a boy!” Crystal quickly said, “Um, try again.” And both of us were shocked.

I couldn’t believe it and for almost a month after her birth, Jordan and I had a hard time not calling her “baby” or “it.”

While I truly, honestly had no preference at all and really just wanted a healthy baby, it was so fun not finding out the gender and I was SO excited to learn we had a girl. Not to mention, I girl that looked almost identical to her Dad instantly.

We love our girl and couldn’t imagine a life without her.

My wishes for her are many and I’ll share those in another post of its own.