When we had the ultrasound today, it was questionable which way it would go. At first, it sorta looked like it could be a boy. Then a girl. Then a boy. Then a girl.
I always (since I was a girl) thought I’d have all boys. I was an outdoor girl. Riding horses, playing in the woods with my brother and fishing were my childhood pastimes. Heck, I never even liked Barbies.
After seeing the sonogram and telling myself this baby is probably a boy, our technician told me to walk around and come back – hoping the baby would reposition. I walked and I prayed. I told the Lord I needed to know 100% if this baby was a girl. I love to sew and paint, and goodness knows I wasn’t going to make bedding and paint a mural on a chance!
So far, this baby looked 50/50. I laid back down. “100% Lord, I need 100%.”
He put the sonogram on my belly and immediately shouted:
“GIRL!! Absolutely girl!”
“How sure are you?” I asked.
“Like, seriously 100%?”
“100%! See there?” he asked.
We definitely saw. And there. And there. And there. It was obvious to all this was a GIRL.
We both were beaming. I couldn’t believe it. After having two boys, I certainly thought that raising boys would be the way we were going. And trust me, I was fine with that. I know the Lord knows what I need so much more than I do.
Chris and I walked out, pictures of our girl in hand, and both agreed: it just felt RIGHT. A girl after our two boys just seemed like it fit us.
(And Chris is toast.)
Her name will be: Cara Brooke.
Cara, because chara is the Greek work for JOY used in the Bible.
Brooke, because my maiden name is Brooks.
Cara Brooke Emmitt. My daughter; My joy.
Do you have a daughter? Are you a daughter? I have all boys – I’d love your advice on raising girls! Leave it below!