wannabowbaby
January 15th, 2015, 08:05 PM
to get gender disappointment when I got what I swayed for?
Let's roll the calendar back a few years... I was pretty sure I was having a boy, but excited either way. U/S rolled around and we had the classic hamburger shot. Okay, no biggie, girl. Oooooh pink frilly stuff!!! We agreed that we would try again for a boy in a few years. If #2 was a boy, we would quit. If #2 was a girl we would wait a few years and try for #3. We were certain we were quitting after #3 no matter what.
(In this intervening space my mom went to court and took our daughter based on a laundry list of lies about us. Kinda helps when your cousin is a judge unfortunately)
So when DD was 2 and a few months, we started TTC, and swayed boy with timing mostly, and a bit of diet changes. I had put on a lot of weight while nursing DD and while on the Mirena, add in stress eating because of the court crap and it wasn't too hard. All my symptoms were polar opposite of those with DD, so I figured we had succeeded. Then16w U/S rolls around and the tech says girl. I spend 3 days completely broken, but eventually come around to the idea of a 2nd girl. Sisters, matching outfits, bows, etc. We named her. Called her by name. Had multiple U/S at docs office because he preferred to check heartbeat and growth that way vs doppler and fundal height.
Birth day rolls around, push baby out, and doc says "You had a boy!!!" and I'm all, uh, NO I DIDN'T!!!. And he held my son up. And I cried.
I caught a lot of hell for my gender disappointment then. But honestly I felt like I was mourning my daughter. I felt like my daughter had died and someone had given me this boy instead. Sure, I loved him, but I missed her.
That disappointment was a huge part of why I refused a tubal. I wanted that 2nd girl. So when I got preg with #3, I was hopeful but not all that optimistic. All my symptoms seemed to echo those of my son. And I was right. 22w U/S confirmed boy. And again I cried. Not as much, and I came around quickly, but I still refused the tubal despite doc pressuring me. I still want a girl for ME to raise.
Now... Now we're buying our tickets for the TTC train again. And I'm terrified. I'm swaying girl, starting early (read now) for an April/May TTC attempt. I'm so afraid that I will have a 3rd boy just like my grandma and my MiL... I hate myself when I feel that disappointment over a healthy baby, but it happens anyway. :(
Let's roll the calendar back a few years... I was pretty sure I was having a boy, but excited either way. U/S rolled around and we had the classic hamburger shot. Okay, no biggie, girl. Oooooh pink frilly stuff!!! We agreed that we would try again for a boy in a few years. If #2 was a boy, we would quit. If #2 was a girl we would wait a few years and try for #3. We were certain we were quitting after #3 no matter what.
(In this intervening space my mom went to court and took our daughter based on a laundry list of lies about us. Kinda helps when your cousin is a judge unfortunately)
So when DD was 2 and a few months, we started TTC, and swayed boy with timing mostly, and a bit of diet changes. I had put on a lot of weight while nursing DD and while on the Mirena, add in stress eating because of the court crap and it wasn't too hard. All my symptoms were polar opposite of those with DD, so I figured we had succeeded. Then16w U/S rolls around and the tech says girl. I spend 3 days completely broken, but eventually come around to the idea of a 2nd girl. Sisters, matching outfits, bows, etc. We named her. Called her by name. Had multiple U/S at docs office because he preferred to check heartbeat and growth that way vs doppler and fundal height.
Birth day rolls around, push baby out, and doc says "You had a boy!!!" and I'm all, uh, NO I DIDN'T!!!. And he held my son up. And I cried.
I caught a lot of hell for my gender disappointment then. But honestly I felt like I was mourning my daughter. I felt like my daughter had died and someone had given me this boy instead. Sure, I loved him, but I missed her.
That disappointment was a huge part of why I refused a tubal. I wanted that 2nd girl. So when I got preg with #3, I was hopeful but not all that optimistic. All my symptoms seemed to echo those of my son. And I was right. 22w U/S confirmed boy. And again I cried. Not as much, and I came around quickly, but I still refused the tubal despite doc pressuring me. I still want a girl for ME to raise.
Now... Now we're buying our tickets for the TTC train again. And I'm terrified. I'm swaying girl, starting early (read now) for an April/May TTC attempt. I'm so afraid that I will have a 3rd boy just like my grandma and my MiL... I hate myself when I feel that disappointment over a healthy baby, but it happens anyway. :(