I was blessed with not one, not two, but three boys.
Shocking, I know.
Believe me my husband had to peel me off of the exam table after my last gender ultrasound. Right before my wonderful doctor announced what the gender of our last child was, he said ‘you know you are going to have another boy right?’. I laughed and expected him to be wrong, he wasn’t. I cried tears of joy because that little baby boy growing inside of me was perfection. I was never upset that he wasn’t a she, but the shock that I was having another boy, well it was enough to leave me lying there wondering how I would handle all the testosterone under one roof. I semi-jokingly told my husband, I guess we are going for four kids instead of three. That door has been left semi-open and we often revisit the idea of what it would be like to have a fourth baby. But for us this is a private endeavor and not something I like to share with strangers.
10 things moms of all boys wish you wouldn’t say to them:
Wow, three boys?!
Bless your heart.
You have your hands full.
How do you do it?
Are you going to try again for a girl?
Boys are so much cheaper.
Are they all yours?
Are they twins?
Do you want a daughter?
I have no words to truly express the way these comments and questions make me feel. Some might say I am being to sensitive about the intentions behind these questions. I get it, maybe I am. It’s like the total stranger behind the register at the grocery store that asks “how’s your day is going?” my blanket response is usually “great, how about you?” I get that they really don’t want to hear about the massive headache I have because I just managed to be in the grocery store for an hour with three kids for six items. That my two tear old repeatedly unbuckled himself out of the basket and my four year old spent half the trip clinging to the side of the basket repeatedly putting it on two wheels. That I couldn’t wait to put my kids in their seats and get home where they could run wild without people staring at my parenting skills.
Truthfully our three boys are a miracle, strangers don’t know about the miscarriages, the heartache and the prayers that came along with our full house. I feel blessed to have all boys and can’t imagine my life any other way. I would take all the heartache, prayers and miscarriages over and over again if it meant that these three boys are my end result.