Originally Posted by Kirsten
My dad wanted a boy (I am the oldest of three kids) and was clearly less than thrilled to have a girl when I was born. But as soon as he held me, he fell in love and I was the apple of his eye til the day he died. I could not have been more adored by my father had I been a boy. The "Daddy's Little Girl" song makes me cry - I'm crying now just thinking of it!
I bet your mom, though, awash with all the hormones of labor and delivery couldn't have been disappointed if she tried.
My 3rd son's birth, which I have related here before, was ideal--we laughed through labor, my midwife was hysterical that day, and laughing was perfect for me. When things got serious (only when I began pushing), the room was inundated with quiet, my friend said, "We're about to meet your baby," and this deep serious feeling came over us. The attending nurse, who also happened to be one of my dearest childhood friends said, "We'll let you announce the sex." I was squatting next to the bed, my husband was supporting me and crying and laughing, and as the baby crowned, and then his shoulders, and we reached down....
**interruption to let you know that I desperately wanted a girl. This whole pregnancy had been different with this baby, and I was a little convinced by others that it *was* a girl. I had girl clothes in the baby's room, etc.***
....and pulled up our red-headed son together. We looked and both laughed and cried with joy as we announced to the room, "It's a boy, it's our son!"
There was never a shred of disappointment. And, I *know* I would have finished gestating with a feeling of disappointment had I known in advance he was a boy. I'm not proud of that, but knowing, and admitting the truth about myself is really liberating somehow. So, this baby too, will enter our lives as a little mystery baby. I can't wait!