to brooks: part two

ok little one...apparently you are done in the middle but still need to brown a little on the top...because you are still in my belly!!

we have been to the hospital three times since i  last wrote you. yes, three times. once for high blood pressure that didn't stay high. once because i couldn't feel you kicking, got scared to death, and then felt you like crazy the second we got there and were told all was fine. and once today as a follow up to the first time. all three times, you were hanging out, looking perfect, snug as a bug in a rug in my tummy.

and so, we wait. i'd like to think that by the time you are old enough to read this, i will have developed into a person who is really patient and good at waiting. somehow, i doubt this is true, but it would be nice. i am not currently very patient. your dad has had his hands full dealing with my ever-fluctuating emotions and rushing me to and from the hospital these last three days. we were comical the first day...we showed up with an entourage of all of our family. everyone was so excited thinking we were finally going to get to see you! but apparently, that is not quite God's plan just yet.

and that's ok. we have prayed from the beginning that you would be healthy and that He would keep you inside of me as long as possible to make sure that you would be safe when you come out. obviously, He is actively answering that prayer. we are selfish and want you out sooner, but His plan is always best (remember that one...it's always true), and even in light of our new pleas (that sound something like "let him out, please!!!!"), our God continues to be faithful in doing what is best for you, what is best for us, and what will bring Him the most glory. the current plan is to probably get to see you on december 19, and the next eight days will be long and hard for us as God develops our patience.

know this, little brooks. you continue to be worth the wait. and we will wait as long as we have to. all we want is to hold healthy, sweet little you in our arms. whenever that happens, it happens, and we'll all be just fine until then. we love you sweet boy. see you soon (ish...)!

love, mom and dad