A Little Longer…
December 13.
It’s a date that will forever live in my heart.
Many years ago, early that morning, the labor pains began. My very first thought—honest and a little funny looking back—was, “Oh no… my baby cannot be born on Friday the 13th!”
But just as quickly as that thought came, it faded. None of that mattered. All I truly wanted was a healthy baby.
We had chosen not to find out the gender. That surprise was something I wanted to hold onto. But everyone else seemed convinced—they knew it was a boy.
“You’re carrying like it’s a boy,” they said. Blue blankets filled the baby shower. Little boy outfits even arrived.
And honestly? That just made it all the more exciting.
That day, I worked. I went home. I called the doctor. “Not yet,” they said.
So I waited.
Finally, at 11 PM on that Friday the 13th, the doctor said, “Come on in.”
That car ride to the hospital… I remember it so clearly. I was a rollercoaster full of emotions. Full of excitement. Full of anticipation. And yes, a little fear too. This was my first baby. My only child. And I was more than ready.
I had already waited past my due date—December 8 had come and gone. Now here I was, five days later, with labor growing stronger.
Forty weeks of talking to this baby.
Forty weeks of loving this baby.
Forty weeks of waiting.
At the hospital, I was checked in and placed in a room. The waiting began… and the emotions came in waves.
Midnight passed.
Then 2 AM.
3 AM.
4 AM.
5 AM.
6 AM.
Time kept moving—but this baby was not in a hurry.
And in those long hours, one thing stayed constant in my heart:
Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray.
From the very beginning, this baby was loved beyond words. From the moment I saw that positive test, everything changed.
I talked to this baby.
Read to this baby.
Sang to this baby.
Played music for this baby.
It never felt like the baby was just inside me… it felt like the baby was already part of my life. Fully present. Fully loved. Fully known.
And so, I waited.
Forty weeks… plus a little more.
Looking back now, I see it so clearly—God was asking me to wait just a little longer. Not a moment too soon. Not a moment too late.
Because this baby…
Was going to enter the world exactly when he or she was ready.
And in that waiting, I learned something I’ve carried with me ever since:
Sometimes the most beautiful moments in life don’t come on our timeline…
They come right on time….. God’s perfect timing.
Reminiscing with ……
Life in Words 