Born June 14, 2021. 7lbs, 3 oz. 20 inches long. Despite all tests- the ones I consented to- coming out fine, my midwife and the doctors at the practice were so nervous about my pregnancy. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes- by one point over, and they were giving me all the worst case scenarios- despite my numbers being fine, my weekly ultrasounds normal, and my non-stress tests perfect. I pushed to not be induced before forty weeks, and one doctor gave me the lecture that I was endangering the baby.
Yep. I'm forty-three, and this is my sixth baby. And I still was so nervous. All for nothing. Oliver Anthony was born healthy and happy. He was my second smallest baby, probably due to the severe diet I was on, but it hasn't seemed to hold him back.
There he is, our tiny, wrinkly guy, just born. He was a furry little guy, and had tufted ears. He looked so much like Lucy in his ultrasound photos, and he still does.
(Look at that crease between his eyes!) I was so unprepared for his birth mentally- I really didn't believe that we were going to have a baby until I held him in my arms, and even then, it still felt like a surprise. I know, so well, how blessed I am. To have another baby at this stage, to nurse another baby, to add another person to our family...God's goodness is overwhelming.
