A letter to baby number seven.
How’s it going in there, little man? It’s been a rough week – though you may not have noticed. I hope that is the case. I’m 34 weeks pregnant with you and we’ve had to deal with some blood pressure issues. It looks like I may not be able to carry you fully to term, something I’ve never dealt with before with your older brothers and sisters.
We won’t be having you at home, like we originally planned. We’ll be giving birth at the hospital. It’s not the place that matters, though. It’s your well-being we care about most of all.
You’ve remained healthy through all this so far. Your name means “mighty warrior” – did you know that? I think you do, somehow – because you’re so strong. You have a fight ahead of you if you’re going to be born ahead of schedule. But I know God will strengthen you, my tiny son. He whispered your name in my heart the day I found out I was pregnant with you. He is fashioning you to be a mighty warrior.
And, sadly, warriors must fight battles. You’re starting out your life battling for blood and oxygen because my high blood pressure contracts the blood vessels that are supposed to nurture you in my body – a battle that you’re winning so far, champ! You’ll be fighting for your first few hours, maybe days, because you’ll likely be born early. And eventually you’ll be fighting for attention in our rowdy house – but those will be slightly more fun battles.
Be ready to fight, son. I’m ready to fight too, though my battle is inward. I’m fighting fear for your well-being. I’m trusting God will carry us both through these next days/weeks safely and deliver you healthy and strong into my arms.
I love you already. I can’t wait to see your little feet, kiss your cheeks, hold you close and shower you with affection. So be strong, little boy. Keep growing. We’ll see you soon.