I found out shortly after hubby and I got married that my FIL always wanted a girl. His twin girls born Oct 1978 didn't survive. A year later Nov 1979, my hubby was born. He was raised an only child. I decided we needed to give my FIL a granddaughter so he could have his little girl!
Got another back story. About a year ago, we got a call telling us FIL was in the hospital with a major GI bleed. We knew he wouldn't make it to see our second child. Hubby and I had decided to have 5 years in between our children, mostly for my sanity. I didn't want to feel like a harassed mother with a newborn and a toddler, looking like I'm about to pull the last strand of hair off my head. (No offense to anyone else who has done this and lived through it, but I just didn't think I could handle that for me, personal choice.) Hubby and I decided we would try Shettles method and diet changes to help increase our chances of having a girl for him. I never dreamed my FIL wouldn't make it to see our first child.
March 15, 2011. Hubby wakes me up early in the morning. His father died that morning. As the day unfolded, we received more and more details of what happened. The last little bit of details came to us several days later, and it pissed me off horribly. Apparently, FIL's wife (not hubby's mother, it was his stepmother) had been up and down with FIL all night. Finally at 5 am she told him that she was going to lay down for a couple hours and when she woke back up they would go to the ER to get him fixed. She woke up around 8 am. Went in to wake him to get him ready to go and he wasn't breathing. She called an ambulance. When the paramedics arrived, they pronounced him, and said he most likely passed at 5:30 am. If only she had taken him then! I mean I know she probably didn't mean any harm from it, but I don't think I sleep knowing my husband was sick enough for me to feel I needed to take him to the ER no matter how long I'd been up with him over night. How in the world could she do that?
It was a whirlwind of activity. The week previous to FIL dying, we had been on vacation to a friend's house 14 hours away. We left their house Sunday March 13, and arrived home around midnight. I had an OB appointment in the morning and then had to go to work. Then we got the call about FIL, we spent all of the 15th making arrangements, dealing with the grave site fiasco (that's a whole other story in and of itself! It's hilarious as well as stupid), and making phone calls to everyone to let people know. The next day we had the funeral and graveside service. Gotta keep in mind, I'm 4 months pregnant at this time. I was exhausted after all this. Hubby and I had Thursday off and I was back at work Friday and worked through Monday. By the time Tuesday hit I was so exhausted that I couldn't get up from the couch for two of my three days off.
I was upset that my daughter wasn't going to know her grandfather who wanted her so badly! We were going to let her know she was born for her grandfather and we so badly wished she could get to know her.
We meant to tell him before he died that we were going to name our little girl after his twins that died. We never got to tell him. Fortunately, someone else did. He was thrilled! We found out that he wanted us to use Stephanie as the main name since he was so partial to it. I named her Stephanie-Ann Melissa. I thought the Ann sounded like and. Stephanie Lynn and Melissa Jean were their names. I know my FIL is up in Heaven playing with all three of them now.
Ultrasound at 10 weeks!
Ultrasound at 12 weeks!
Belly pic at 14 weeks and 15 weeks. We went on vacation for week 16, FIL died for week 17.
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