As we headed into the ultrasound room, with the children waiting outside, we explained to the tech that Mark and I wanted to know the gender of the baby, but didn’t wish for the children to find out just yet.
After we knew, the tiny ultrasound room bulged with 10 children and we all enjoyed watching the newest member as he/she happily moved across the screen.
Nick (3), holding onto the foot of my bed, bounced up and down saying, “That’s our baby, that’s our baby.”
“Is it a boy or a girl?” “Are you going to tell me what it is?” “When are you going to tell me what it is?” “I really want to know what the baby is.” from Colby (5).
The others chatted, amazed at the miracle on the screen before them and still trying to guess the baby’s gender.
“Aww, look how cute, the baby is sucking it’s hand.”
“Look, I see it’s fingers”
“That’s it’s spine.”
“I can see it’s feet.”
“Mom, can you feel the baby moving?”
The original plan was to wait until Friday evening (we found out Thursday) and to have an egg hunt (something our littler ones had never done). Inside one of the plastic eggs we would put a note that said that the child who found that egg would be able to look at the ultrasound picture on which the tech had put the baby’s gender and then tell all the others whether they were having a brother or sister.
But none of us wanted to wait overnight, so we stopped by the store and purchased some half price Easter candy and plastic eggs and held our hunt.
Nicholas (3) found the egg with the note. So he had the privilege of telling the others that we were having a baby
After the cheers, clapping, jumping, laughing and “I told you so-s” subsided the name debate began.
Picking a name used to be much simpler.
Mark and I simply had to agree on something that we both liked, but now everyone wants to have a say and while the kid’s opinions are not the deciding factor, we don’t want to name a baby something that none of his siblings like.
And so at nearly every mealtime and car ride and sometimes at odd moments during the day, we launch into the name debate, receiving suggestions and vetoes from every corner of the table, car or room. And Mark and I, we try to rally the most support for our favorites, trying to convince the other by sheer force of numbers.
So for the moment, the boys narrow the gender gap in the Olive family, 5 boys to 6 girls.
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