Fifth Joseph

This one was tougher.
The medical world and I have not often seen eye to eye.
Mostly due to the fact they make me doubt myself.
What science says is fact and true and what my faith, my heart tells me are often distinctly at odds.
I knew I was pregnant in the spring. I was sure of it. But all tests were negative. Even my doctor said it just wasn't possible. Not a third time. Lightening may strike twice, but not three times. In fact she pointed out how I was nursing and hadn't even had a cycle yet. Told me to come back when I did. Never mind I hadn't had a period in over five years. I kept asking, she kept saying it just wasn't possible. Tests proved her right. By Summer I just didn't know what to think anymore. I was working in construction at the time though. Climbing ladders, working with toxins, jumping off roofs.

Everyone kept asking, I kept giving the medical answer. Came up to visit my mom, she said some thing's up. Decide must be pregnant. Went home and saw a different doctor in the same office. First thing she said, before looking at the chart was "oh you're about 7 months, let's do an ultrasound"
31 weeks. That's what the ultrasound showed.31 weeks. I knew I was pregnant in the spring.
That meant less than 10 weeks to get ready for another new baby. Talk about being caught off guard. Three kids, three different types of "family planning", just to make sure because the risks were to high, and all three failed.

I had to quit nursing my little one, get new crib, whole nine yards.
It turned out to be less than 8 weeks. I gained over 40 lbs in 5.5 weeks. It was like living two entire years in one.

Then it was time. It's the only time I ever actually sat and knit while waiting. It was days. I sent him back home, 3 hours away.
Days of hard and intense. By the end I had had it, and so had he. Nearly lost him. I heard the words emergency C-section. And somehow finished it. The only one he didn't make it for, 20 minutes late back.
It wasn't pretty. Blood pressure fell, and kept falling. Things were not where they were supposed to be. All very not good. I was out for a couple days. Dead to the world, out of it for almost and entire 24 hours. I had to stay off my feet and in bed for over 8 weeks after that, with two toddlers and a new baby.
Baby names were not top of my list. For all my intent on being prepared, I didn't have clue.
One time used baby name books, every single one they had in the library. Everyone grabbed a book and began looking for a name. Again the talk junior came up, mostly because he wasn't there and that's how it happened the first time. And it was the same birthday as Uncle Jim. Then there was Randall and his help. None fit. He needed his own name.
And a story.
The name Joseph has been used alot in both families. Still wanted something unique to him.
Quin is Latin based meaning Five. The original spelling of Joseph is Hebrew.
Quintin Yosef - the fifth Joseph.

It was alot to get him here.
A ball of energy like no other.
He couldn't be kept still.
Did not even want to be cuddled, ever.
Firey Red firecracker.
And the biggest heart of anyone.
My Beniah.
My own Ray of Sunshine, letting me know all is right with the world.

Things will always be Ok.