This is the time of the year where I like to look at my blessings and really focus on what I'm thankful for in my life. To go along with a project I'm apart of in a Facebook group online, I've decided to dedicate all my blogs this month to focus on what in my life brings me joy. This is the second part of my month-long Joyful November Blog posts.
Bishop Dean Smith
I was 14 years old when I first heard my son's name. The moment the sound hit my ears I loved it and I just knew, when I had a son, I would name him Bishop. Another year passed, welcoming me into the wonderful world of Supernatural. While there, I fell in love again with another familiar sound. If you've never seen the show, it follows the adventures of two brothers, my favorite is the oldest of the two, Dean. In the show, his character is brave, kind, and devoted all qualities I hoped and dreamed my own son would have. So, at the age of 15, during an awkward self awareness stage in my life, I seemed to know more about my future son than I did myself.
10 years passed
With both of my pregnancies, I knew I was pregnant before the faint positive lines showed up on a stick. My symptoms showed up pretty early for both babies. Waiting for a positive test to confirm what I already knew was exhausting but it didn't compare to the long wait I had to do before I could find out the baby's gender. Just like knowing I was pregnant, I also already had a sense of who they were. So, imagine my excitement at age 25, finding out I was pregnant again, this time highly suspecting it was my little man, the son I predicted so long ago, nestled in my womb.
Calling to confirm
The day I got the call that confirmed my instinct is one I'll never forget. Two weeks before my phone rang, I had taken a special DNA test to check for chromosomal abnormalities. During my pregnancy with Ameera we had a scare that had left me a little shaken the second time around. As a bonus, along with checking for any extra chromosomes, it was able to tell us the baby’s sex early. The days after the test seemed to dragged on forever, fear and excitement have a way of doing that to you. On that day, in my 12th week of pregnancy, I was catching up on some laundry while Ameera was taking her afternoon nap. To help pass the time, I thought I would catch up on some Supernatural. It was an unusual episode, whole plot took place around the main character's car. In the middle of folding a shirt, my phone started to ring informing me that Guiding Hands Midwifery was trying to reach me. Without looking up at the screen, I quickly paused the show to answer my cell. After confirming my identity, the kind woman on the other line proceeded to tell me that everything looked great and wanted to confirm my appointment for next month. Then there was a brief paused, "Do you want to know the baby's gender?"
"Okay," she said, "but first what do you think it is?"
"I think... it's a boy."
She paused, "Are you sure?"
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if I was wrong my eyes flickered to the TV screen. I gasped a little when I saw the word BABY, the name of the episode, in big bold words hanging over Dean's face.
“You are right, it's boy!”
It's impossible to explain using words, just how excited I was to find that out. I cried, which woke up Ameera, i called everyone to let them know, and made a big announcement on Facebook. It was finally happening, I was going to have a son... I only had to wait another 28 weeks.
Getting to know my son
Bishop is now 10 months old and has so much growing to do still. At this point, I don't know him as well as my daughter. I can tell you plenty of things about him. I could tell you he's a mama’s boy and a food lover. I can tell you that he says dada and walks around the house like he's the man in charge but his personality is still developing. I get these amazing sneak peaks here and there but for now its the waiting game I play. In the mindset of being thankful, I'm thankful for him. The boy who taught me patience before he was even born. I don't mind waiting to learn more about him, after all it took me this long to have him and look how incredible he is! I can only imagine how much better it will be to truly know him as our time to get grows longer.
Thank you for stopping by and checking out my post! Click here to check out part one about my daughter Ameera. If you are interested in having a documentary photo session of your family you can contact me through email or facebook. For those of you in the Omaha/Bellevue, Nebraska area I'm doing a free giveaway for two families, if you are interested in entering the contest click here to enter. The giveaway ends on November 17, 2017.
Until next time,
Koren Smith Photography is a Documentary Family Photographer based in Bellevue, NE. She specializes in taking natural, unprompted, and unposed photos centered around your family's unique life experiences. From birth to teens, she's focused on documenting your family's real-life moments every step of the way.