Welcome to installment #3 of Monday Memories: Letters to My Children. If you want to know more about how this posting got started read here. Feel free to grab my button on the left sidebar and link up your own letters. Please leave a comment so that I can visit your letter!
This letter is written to my unborn son at the time, Jordan (who is now 14). This one is a bit more personal in that it speaks of my feelings about the life growing inside me at the time and about the daughter I lost when I was only 22 weeks pregnant in 1990. I also reference Charlene who is my sister-in-law (she is married to my husband's brother). Ironically, they have 3 girls close in age to my 3 boys. So, without further ado, I reveal to you my next letter.
Thursday, February 2, 1994 1:10 a.m.
Jordan...I guess that will be your name. I haven't thought of another name to go with it yet. I am 6 months pregnant or 28 weeks. That sounds like 7 months, but it's all in how you count it. I like weeks best. Gestation is 38-40 weeks, so that would be about 10 months. Anyway, I've got about 2 1/2 months to go before I'm holding you in my arms. That isn't very long. See, I wasn't really planning on having any more children, but surprises do happen. And what a wonderful surprise. I must admit that when I first thought I was pregnant I hoped that I wasn't. But now, I'm so glad I have this opportunity once more to feel the miracle of a living human being moving, and growing, and kicking inside me. And I have the opportunity to cherish that since I have decided you would be the last, the youngest.
I have so much to do to get prepared for your arrival. I need clothes, bottles, diapers, and so much more that I can't remember. I am excited and so is your dad. He is so proud. He says he can't wait to have you lying down on him while he's lying down also. At this moment you are active inside me. You aren't kicking, just sort of moving around. I love that feeling. Three little boys...What am I going to do in a household with 4 males? Your daddy says he's working on a basketball team. I had counted on having a girl somewhere along the line...and I did. She was born too soon. Britny Madison, your sister. But, as I told someone the other day, I'm getting used to the fact that I'll have all boys. At least I know how to take care of boys. I would have to start from scratch if I had a girl. There there's Charlene. She's pregnant again too and it looks like it could be another girl. 3 girls. Life sure is funny.
But despite the fact that you weren't planned, and you aren't a girl, I want you to know that you are loved for who you are. You are my son, my flesh and blood. And your dad and I are so anxious to have the opportunity to raise you and love you. And we do love you, so very, very much.