On October 28, 2007, our first child was born. A girl. She came unexpectedly 9 days before my due date. I’d known we would have a girl first. Call it Mother’s intuition (or that I had a 50/50 chance of being right), but I did have dreams about a daughter. That she would have a full head of dark hair? That was a surprise. She was born with a furrowed brow. She was predestined to be headstrong and passionate from the womb.
We worried we wouldn’t be able to give our little girl a brother or sister after a year of failed attempts. But our twins were born January 6, 2011 at 34 weeks gestation. I had my theories about which of my two little boys would be the leader based on which one moved the most for those 34 weeks! For the most part my thoughts have proven true, although I think the “little one” has more than caught up to “big brother” in both size and personality.
Baby brother was slightly unexpected so soon, but welcomed completely nonetheless. Our little Lochstar was born on November 25, 2012…two and a half weeks early (per the norm). Coming home to a 5 year old drama queen and two 2 year old monsters all competing for attention, he was sort of thrown into the lion’s den. But he held his own from day one and has absolutely never let anyone walk all over him (as you can see from the gesture in picture 2).
I . LOVE . THESE . CHILDREN. I could use the cliche that I’ve loved them “from the moment I laid eyes on them”. But that’s not entirely true.
I loved Lochlan when, at 20 weeks, I found out I was having a 3rd boy instead of the sister for Jade I’d been hoping for.
I loved Calder when I realized the poor kid was getting pushed out of the way by his brother. And when the doctor told me the reason for his smaller size may be because “Baby A is stealing all the food”.
I loved Everest when I felt his constant kicking against the same spot on my ribs for months as if he was slowly digging a tunnel out of prison. He couldn’t wait to get out of there and take on the world.
I loved Jade the second the ultrasound confirmed that I was going to be a mother. And even more when the next ultrasound confirmed I was right: I was having a daughter.
I loved them more each time I heard their heart beats, felt their hiccups, saw a picture of them sucking their thumb (and realized that it would still be a comfort to them in the “real world”), laid in bed with my husband’s hand on my belly waiting for the wave of a back flip or the press of a tiny foot.
I loved them when I finally got to look into each of their eyes, to kiss their foreheads, to feel their grip on my finger. To tell them I LOVE YOU in person.
I knew my children — I LOVED my children — before they came into this world. As soon as I saw and felt their first movements, I knew they were perfect and miraculous creations with immeasurable potential. I love them more every day as they grow into the people they were sent to Earth to become.
It has been a privilege and a blessing to be able to give them that chance.
While it is an overly ambitious and probably futile dream, I hope that one day we will all — the human race in its entirety — realize how much value each human soul has; that every child that is conceived, planned or not, wanted or not, deserves a chance at life; that an unborn child absolutely does not deserve the pain and torture that is inflicted on them by a woman who chooses not to have the title of Mother; and finally, that we are accountable for our actions, whatever the consequence may be.
“Every single adult now was once 20 weeks old in the womb and we can look at each other and understand that the difference between a child in the womb and any of us now…is time. That’s a human being we’re talking about, and that human being has value.” -Senator James Lanford (watch his incredibly powerful speech below)
The results of the decision to give a child a chance at life are beautiful and miraculous.
These are my miracles.
Jade Ondrea – 7 years old – Loves dancing, singing, reading, creating, learning, and making friends, dreams of being a Popstar, thinks all meat tastes better if you call it chicken, feels all things passionately, lives in the moment.
Aaron Everest and Calder Reed – 4 years old – Love robots, planes, rockets, superheroes, swimming, jumping, falling, make believe, playing dressup, getting attention, birthdays, and each other.
Lochlan Bradley – 2 years old – Loves bikes, baths, running, throwing, cousins, swings, slides, and most of all, his family.