Sharing the news of our expectant arrival was such a joyous time. Dan and I first shared with my grandma, who is called Oma by the great grandkids. There was something so special about sharing the news, she nearly fell over she was so overwhelmed with happiness for us. Fortunately, Dan was behind her to catch her from her unsteady feet. We learned that day to always tell Oma good news when she was sitting down. This was just the start of the exciting moments of sharing our big news. A couple of days later, we were heading down to the Florida/Alabama coast with my family for spring break. Dan and I are HORRIBLE at keeping secrets, so not saying anyone until we got there was difficult. The thing that helped us not tell was knowing that my mom would probably check in with us every hour on the hour for the whole 19 hour drive down, making sure we were okay. When we arrived, we had T-Shirts for my nieces and nephews to announce the news. I don't think that they really understood what was going on. They were just excited to be out of their car seats. Instantly, they were jumping beans on the bed screaming and giggling like little hyenas. My sister-in-law saw them first and was so determined to get a picture of all of them. However, she failed to read the t-shirt to figure out what all the excitement was about. As my family gathered around the little jumping hyenas to figure out what was happening, suddenly my sister began screaming. If you know Erin, you know it wasn't a quiet scream. I'm sure 3 miles into Florida and 3 miles into Alabama vacationers were wondering what was happening. With her screaming and classic excited foot stomp, the rest of the family eventually caught on. It was such an exciting and memorable time.
Other exciting moments included seeing our baby on the little screen, sharing the news with my students at school, preparing the nursery, getting special baby gifts from friends, and the beginning of shopping for needed things (Dan is NOT a shopper, so him wanting to go was a celebration of it's own).
So the heart breaking part of most of what is happening is the shifting of excitement. No longer are our excitements the typical milestones of pregnancy. Our excitement comes when we hear Noah's heart beating strong on Tuesdays. We pray for many more Tuesdays to come. Instead of looking forward to stroller shopping and buying diapers, we look forward to the precious beat of a heart that we so long to know. A heart that we long to nurture and mend when its spirit is broken. Please continue to pray with us for a miracle!
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