So without further ado...
Back in August we found out that baby #5 was coming; due April 1st. Like with my other pregnancies I was nervous, and even more so because of losing Noah. I'm not one that typically likes being pregnant - I'd rather not puke all day (which thankfully I didn't with this one at all!), get big and fat (I'm measuring 2" bigger around already than I did with the previous four, hmmm...), or be so tired for months on end that playing and interacting with the kids becomes a chore rather than a joy. I love the excitement behind the whole delivery process, not the pain, but just the anticipation of the unfolding story, but I just don't enjoy the whole process of getting to that point.
I procrastinated quite awhile before calling our OB to schedule our first visit. I guess I just wanted to pretend that everything was fine than find out that something was wrong - I have a small tendency to be a pessimistic thinker, or, like I like to say, realistic (drives my optimistic honey crazy).
We had an ultrasound on October 4th. It was really hard to walk into the OB's office again. We love our doctor, the nurses and all the staff there (except the ultrasound techs, they were always a bit on the abrupt side, lacking sensitivity). But everybody else was always kind and friendly. But going there again brought all of those old memories back. It was hard. Thankfully the tech was somebody new and she was very sweet and said our little one was very cute.
Sometime in October things with Tom's job started to get a little sketchy. The company was doing things that just weren't in the best interest of their employees or their clients. People started quitting or getting fired left and right. One of those that quit, asked Tom to join her at the skilled nursing facility that had just hired her. Tom looked into it, prayed about it and went ahead with the move. He's going on his third week at his new job and really likes it. God's perfect timing and hand was in it all the way - two weeks ago the company that Tom had previously worked for announced that they were shutting their doors.
I know this sounds like it has nothing to do with baby, but give me another minute, I'm getting there. The health insurance costs with his new job were going to be twice as much as we had been paying. After some negotiating, Tom opted for an increased hourly wage and no standard health insurance. We've decided to sign up with Samaritan Ministries which is a Christian health sharing organization - I'm really looking forward to being apart of this group, it sounds pretty amazing.
All that to say, a pregnancy is a "pre-existing condition" and isn't fully covered by Samaratin Ministries. To lower our out-of-pocket costs we've decided to hire a mid-wife and have this baby at home. Now remember, I have a small tendency to think too much and think a little on the negative side of things. So this idea was rather shocking to me at first. But God in His amazing grace gave me that peace that only He can give. I think it shocked Tom how quickly I came around to the idea and actually became excited about it. Back in May of this year I had met Sierra, the friend and mid-wife of my good friend Amy. At the time I had no thought that I would ever need her services, but I really liked her and enjoyed our brief visit. I'm looking forward to having her deliver this little one, at home.On November 4th I had the anatomy ultrasound and my last visit with our OB. I will miss Dr Perrin; but not having to go to her office again is a blessing.
It was so good to see the little one again, learn that everything is developing perfectly, and find out that we're having another little boy! Oh, boy.
Livvy was sad. She cried a little and said, "It feels like it's always a boy". It didn't take her long to get over the disappointment and get excited about another little brother. That's four brothers for her. Sammy and Ben, of course, were excited from the get-go. Go boys!