The eldest


After dating for several years and another of being engaged, the Captain and I loved being married. We had a lot to figure out in terms of learning how the whole cohabitation thing worked, and still do. Those first few years were exciting as we not only learned how to be married but also explored our "new" city together. We had been married for about four years when we began to feel as though someone was missing.

Five years in before parenthood was always our goal, so we figured we had the timing worked out well. I had it all sorted out down to the month of conception. Our plan was perfect and infallible. <sarcastises>

Ten months later I was all but stomping my foot and shaking a fist at the sky. I left the hospital not with a bundle of joy, but rather a series of incisions and serious case of the sickies.

Five months later, we were in the midst of major home renovations (I guarantee you a story on that, and a good one.) and completing our application for adoption. Adoption was always something we wanted to pursue but honestly thought it would be long after biological children had come and grown older. We'd been presented our options by a specialist, and we didn't like any of them. One last test was taken to investigate possible causes for our infertility. (*Side note: don't you wish there was a Because God said so button in life that would flash up when something wasn't going your way?)

The application was prepared and was going in the mail the next day.

And then I was late.

Could it be? Nah. As if. That last test pretty much told us chances of this are very slim to absolutely none.

A few more days.

Maybe it could be?! No, don't get your hopes up. Don't do this to yourself again.

A week. Every day, hoping and wondering and praying for nausea.

Well, I guess it's worth $8 more for a preg test, just to put our minds and hearts at ease.

And there it was. After easily 50 tests, finally, there was another blue line. I literally fell on my face in thanks to God for His goodness and grace in entrusting us with a child. My tears and sobs made The Captain think it was a one-liner as usual, and he was waiting at the bathroom door to comfort me.

That moment, telling him he was a daddy, remains among my all-time favorites. 

The Captain didn't trust the one test, so as soon as the sun came up he flew to the nearest store for backups.

They had two blue lines, too.

It was one of the sweetest, most significant days of our life.

And just like that, there were three.