The night I found out about our pregnancy, Malia was probably about 12 or 13 days old. Chris was out of town for the weekend visiting some friends. I jumped around, spun in circles, and couldn’t stop smiling. Since my husband and I both like surprises I wanted to wait until he got home to tell him. So, I went out and bought the most adorable newborn sized fleece snowman pajamas, wrote a note on them from baby Malia and hid them in a laundry basket of his clean laundry.
Over the next few days I shone with excitement and started considering plans for what our baby’s life could look like here on earth. Should we move to a bigger apartment? Would I stay in my job? How is this little child going to change the entirety of life as we know it? What was I going to register for?
When Chris arrived home on Sunday evening, I couldn’t wait for him to put away his laundry, so I directed him toward his clean clothes as soon as he walked in the door. He found the tiny winter baby suit, read the note and was thrilled, beyond words, overwhelmed with excitement. We hugged and began our dreams of what our baby’s life could change in our world.
For the next two months we kept the news about baby Malia to ourselves, except for one close friend and the librarian (who guessed I was pregnant from the pile of books I was checking out from the library). It was fun to talk, pray and learn as a growing family before we brought everyone else into the loop.