Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. Â Psalm 127:3
We were pregnant with our second child, so excited. Our first pregnancy we didnât want to know the sex, I kinda like to be traditional in some ways, so we waited until he was born and named him Rocco Christopher. The alternate was Hannah Joy, but we both kinda knew that he would be a boy and would have been surprised if he had been a girl. Even still, the excitement of not knowing is something, thatâs rarely embraced anymore, but we love surprises and I think God does too, wink. But this time we thought weâd find out, we just couldnât wait. The whole pregnancy had been wonderful so far, we were still so young, myself 23 and Giuseppe 25 and full of hope. We had one child and another on the way and the beginning to the large family we always wanted. Our appointment was in Martinez. We waited in a quiet hallway, my bladder super full, until the tech called us back. I laid on the bed smiling like crazy to see our little one. She squirted the gel either on me or the wand, I canât remember which, but I do remember the instant cold feeling as it touched the small pooch on my belly. She moved the wand around back and forth a bit as Giuseppe and I shared our doe-eyed glances at each other. As she snapped a few pictures, the mood was a bit different and honestly I didn’t even realize it until we got home later, she was quiet and said very little. She showed us the heartbeat and we asked about the sex, but she mumbled that she couldnât really tell and that was that. I wiped off and we headed home, a little bummed we didnât know the sex of the baby, and completely unaware of what was coming later that afternoon.