“It doesn’t matter if the baby is a boy or a girl, as long as it is healthy.”
Those words make me cringe.
You see, I know what it is like to have a baby who isn’t healthy at birth. I know what it is like to watch my child struggle into this world because she isn’t healthy. I know what it is like to not only not care if my baby is a boy or a girl, but to not even care if he or she is healthy.
All I cared about in those moments between birth and NICU was if my baby could breathe.
I also know what it is like to have a child suddenly die from a congenital defect after a seemingly normal birth and newborn stage. She wasn’t healthy either. But, would I wish her 7 months away just so I could have a healthy baby? No, because she was my baby. She was the one I was given. And even though I only had 7 months with her, I would not trade those 7 months for the world.
We aren’t always given healthy. Sometimes we are given sick. Sometimes we are given a long road ahead. Sometimes we are given only a short one.
So, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl…
No health disclaimer. No what ifs. No wishing things were different. Because the moment that baby is born – yes, even before that baby is born – that baby is mine – to care for, to love, to cherish – in sickness and in health.
And that is all that matters.