My ex and I decided we didn't want to know the gender until the delivery. The first child was a girl- "daddy's girl" and for the second I had a ten dollar bet with the doctor that it would be a girl... I figured either way I couldn't lose.
There were a few minor complications right at the end and because the baby wasn't breathing well, we were all holding our breath for what felt like an eternity... gurgle, gasp, hack, nothing... gurgle, repeat...the doctor had a towel and was vigorously rubbing his back with the baby sitting up. "Come on baby! Come on!" He sort of let out a little squeak and then, clear as day, he sort of mumbled the word "mommy." The nurse and doctor turned to each other and said "Oh my God, it sounded just like he said..." The baby lets it out again just as clearly but louder- "MOMMY" At this point every one started crying.
It was so tense for a couple minutes that none of us bothered to check gender but when he started breathing normally and, as the room calmed down some, the doctor said "oh ya... we had a bet..." When she declared it was a boy, the room erupted.
That still serves as my benchmark of what constitutes a good day.
It didn't matter to me what the third child was... by that time I had learned all kids are a blessing and all three births were the most remarkable experience of my life.
Loved 'em all ever since.
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