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It Comes in Waves…

It Comes in Waves…

I’m finding it hard to be enthusiastic right now, despite the fact I have every reason to be. Yesterday we had our big 16 week gender scan, which culminated in us finding out the amazing news that we are expecting a beautiful, healthy baby…..

16 week ultrasound of baby boy


And while I am over the moon about him being healthy, and I am excited at the thought of another gorgeous boy to add to our family, I am feeling overwhelmed with sadness. I know it’s selfish and completely disgraceful, and I loathe myself for feeling this way, but I can’t help being completely devastated that I will never have a baby girl. I will never know the joy of raising a daughter. I keep trying to focus on the fact that this baby is very loved and very wanted, but since the moment I saw the ultrasound, I have had tears that I just can’t stop.

Please don’t get me wrong – I am very happy about us having a boy. I am so grateful that he is healthy and that he is growing well. Everything about this baby makes me happy.

But it’s not what I HAVE that is killing me… it is what I never will have.

Mark and I agreed long ago that three was our limit. We seriously considered stopping after two. But when we found out we were expecting a third, we both knew that this would be our last – no matter what. Pregnancy is not easy on me. It is physically and emotionally very hard and extremely draining. And while we could adopt in the future if we really felt we needed to, I don’t see it happening. I am already overwhelmed with two kids, and this third is going to put a lot more stress on us that is going to be tough.

16 week ultrasound of baby boy, side profile of face

I spent all afternoon and evening crying yesterday, and I spent my whole night quietly sobbing while Mark slept. This morning I didn’t want to get out of bed, and even my kids and husband coming in couldn’t bring me out of my funk.

I’m sure you’re judging me right now – but probably not as harshly as I’m judging myself. I am beyond mortified that I can’t stop crying. I am shocked and angry that I can’t seem to get past this. As long as I focus on the baby boy that is coming, I can smile and laugh and look forward to the future. But as soon as I remember the girl that never will be, I lose my senses completely.

I had a beautiful name picked out. I imagined the clothes she would wear and doing her hair. I thought of teaching her one day to put on makeup. I looked forward (in a strange way) to the teenage tantrums of a girl who is just like me. I thought of how she would look. I imagined her whole life, and I have pictured for months exactly what it would be like when the sonographer smiled at us and said, “It’s a girl.”

I tried to be lighthearted when I told my mother the news. I drew it out with staccato texts. It’s….. A….. Healthy….. Baby………

As she waited and urged me to reveal, I swallowed hard and finished with “boy.” And then I added, “There, I said it. It’s real now.” And I sobbed.

I couldn’t bring myself to say much to anyone. All those friends and family who were waiting with anticipation to hear the news were probably surprised that I didn’t dress it up with any flowery prose or big important reveal. I posted the sonogram photos with a noncommittal “Well there we are then.”

16 week 2d ultrasound of baby

Everyone was enthusiastic, and it made me feel even worse. Why couldn’t I just be happy? Why couldn’t I just suck it up and realize that not everyone gets their way? I need to focus on the good – a healthy baby boy whom I will love with all my heart. I need to focus on the joy of having three brothers who will be the best of friends.

And yet, I can only focus on what I’m missing.

I’ve had a few people tell me, “Oh, but girls are all drama. You’re lucky to have boys.” Some have said, “But boys always love their moms best , and you’ll always be the most important woman in their lives.”

I know they speak the truth and from a place of sympathy and kindness. But none of it helps.

I am bereft.

And the more I cry and feel bad, the worse I hate myself. I genuinely can’t understand my own reaction.

How can I be so happy about the son we will have and yet so unhappy about the girl that never existed in the first place?

I feel so empty when I should feel full. I want this awful feeling to go away, and yet it stagnates. It sits in my heart like a block of ice, filling me with fear that I will let down this beautiful baby by not being as fully invested in him as I would have been a girl. And while I know that I will love him (indeed, I already do!), I worry…

I just want to stop crying now.

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Wednesday 2nd of August 2017

Great Post! I loved reading this entire article. Thanks for sharing


Tuesday 23rd of May 2017

Awesome post! Definitely very understandable there are certainly a lot of very complicated feelings and hormones going on when you're pregnant. On the bright side it is certainly a delight to be able to get a 3d scan of your new little one and see their face. Thanks for sharing!


Monday 9th of June 2014

It looks exactly like how I felt on June 2nd when I had my 20 week scan. I was hoping for a girl too. I couldn't believe it when I felt devastated when I saw we were having a boy. I have cried and wailed for the whole past week. Today is the first day I have not cried yet. I was crying so much that I couldn't even breathe. Its my first pregnancy. It was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. And my husband also wishing this one to be a girl did not help me either. He also was sad but he recovered quickly. I am the one who is most affected. Everyone else is feeling happy. My MIL was on cloud nine. And all I could do when my husband was conveying the news to my MIL was cover my face with my hands and cry uncontrollably. I don't have anything to suggest because I understand how you feel, I am in the same boat too and it even feels like losing a child though she wasn't even conceived. It breaks my heart to see the other little girls out there wearing frilly outfits and imitating their mother. I want to experience the joy of raising a daughter and the emotional drama which happens when she goes through her teens. I don't mind if she acts like a jerk during her teens. I want to see that happening. I want to go through all that. I want my husband to have his daughter, his daddy's girl, to lift her up, carry her on his shoulders while she joyfully eats cotton candy. I myself don't know any way out of this sadness. All I can say is time will heal everything and we should take our time to grieve for what we lost or what will never be ours.

Victoria Mylittlel

Monday 2nd of June 2014

never say never) we had pretty much same emotions when we found out we are having a girl, we desperately wanted a boy and planned a boy, and it was a shock, i felt as if i failed, but now i cant wait to meet my precious little girl


Sunday 1st of June 2014

You are in good company with other boy moms. Congratulations, first off, on hearing he's healthy. Second, it's not something people are "supposed" to hoping for a certain gender but it does happen. I mourned that my second boy wasn't a girl but I grieved internally until one day my husband said he was a little sad that we weren't having the little girl he wanted. It was nice to hear him admit it. In the ideal world it would have been nice to have a boy, a girl and whatever else life brought us (we agreed on four kids).

Thank you for sharing!

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