The Day Axel Was Evicted
Axel means "Father of Peace".
But "Peace" was the furthest thing I was feeling that day.
I remember the day, like it was yesterday. My husband came home from work with his usual, "how was your day?" question as he walked through the house tripping over puzzle pieces and blocks scattered across the floor, crunching old crackers under his feet as he navigated his way through the screams of 3 small toddlers excited to see their daddy while bouncing off the walls of our 1500 sq ft home.
In this particular "core" memory (for those of you who love Inside Out, I'm still trying to decide if it gets filed with Joy or Sadness) we were standing in the kitchen and I did not answer his question at all.
I just looked at him.
I went to reach into my back pocket, but before I could reach in and pull out the positive pregnancy test he GASPED!
"OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He shouted. "I KNEW IT," he said!. And then he said something like, "I was just thinking four kids wouldn't be so bad."
What? Was he excited about this? Four kids wouldn't be so bad? What was he talking about? How in the world did he know I was pregnant? I didn't even know I was pregnant. I was in pure shock. This dumb little test had two extremely dark lines on it but I was convinced it was a mistake. The test must have been wacky!
Because this whole conversation was wacky! Why were we talking about this anyway?
It was just weeks ago we had celebrated our daughters 3rd birthday and our twins 1st birthday. How could he be excited about another one and how in the world did he already know about this?
I quickly began to think that he must have had something to do with this.
I threw the positive pregnancy test at him as he smiled from ear to ear. I wasn't sure I liked how happy he was about this. And when I accused him of having something to do with this his response was:
"I better have had!"
I should not have been embarrassed, but I was, as I wheeled my 3 itty-bitty's into the store to buy a pregnancy test earlier that day! At least my husbands response was so much better than the check out clerks response! She looked at my cart full of kids and looked at my purchase and asked me if I knew what caused babies.
Axel was fortunate to have a good birth story. But it is so important to remember that all birth stories are amazing. No matter if the baby was planned or a surprise or unwanted, lost or adopted. The miracle of life is amazing. Whether delivered by emergency, surprise or exactly as you wanted, it is all incredibly amazing.
I took an amazing pic of you helping lift Axel up and out! ;) Thanks for sharing your birth story. I loved reading it! (I had forgotten some of those details. And I am quite sure I didn't say to keep tones low so that you wouldn't "SCARE" your baby! I think you made that one up! ;)
Thank you for allowing me to attend your births and share in those amazing moments as each of them came earth side! You are an amazing mom
I can't believe you got that shot! You got lots of other amazing shots too (some that were not Internet rated, but amazing nonetheless!
Did you tell me to keep my tones low at least? I remember being high pitched in my moaning andyou telling me to moans in low tones....so I asked you for an explanation as to why I had to do that. However, I was in labor so it's likely I butchered anything you said. Ha!
And really, I couldn't have asked for a better Doula! So thanks for being with me during all my births! You rock!
you story mde me cry - the birth of another grandchild - we live beyond our eartly lives!!
I am a mother of 4 small children. I am happiest when I am busiest and if the kids don't keep me busy enough I need projects to fill my days. I love Jesus and I love my family and I love the chaos around me for it brings the calm.