Raimy’s birthday was chosen for her. She was a bit too comfy, two weeks over due. A little drip of contraction juice and we had a baby in our arms six hours later. She was born the 11th of March.
Timothy’s birthday was scheduled in a similar fashion. Just hook me up to the good stuff and I’ll give you a baby in a few hours. He was born the 11th of October.
Gabrielle, true to her personality streaked with obstinate strength and limit pushing defiance, came on her own on the 12th in August. Her due date was the 11th. Ha! The labor was quick, truly enjoyable and satisfying.
Tyler had a planned birthday, too. They gave me the choice of a c-section on the 6th or the 7th of September. We picked the 7th. He is my redeemer baby.
Now we have come to the day before the final court date to legalize the adoption or our daughter Kaitlynn. Another significant date falls on the 11th.
The contractions have started. There have been many times that I have compared this process to a pregnancy. There’s been: conception, regular visits, nesting, growing, pains, baby showers, emotions, and now a due date complete with emotional contractions. The worry, indifference, and elation take turns in waves. The intensity increases and wanes and I grasp my husband for support. This is the night before.
My feelings right this moment are identical to the pre-birth feelings I had when the others graced the world with their beings. It won’t be long now…