August 13, 2023
On Monday June 26th, 38 weeks pregnant, I woke up ready to meal prep to have a stash of freezer meals to enjoy once baby arrived. My sisters showed up at 10am to help me in the kitchen and I made a note that despite a couple weeks of prodromal labor and every day feeling like “this could be the day,” this day in particular had my ears perked up. I wasn’t having contractions, I wasn’t in any discomfort and yet I just kept saying, “I think things are happening.”
I was right.
We welcomed sweet Enakhe Ezeomoh Isaac Atogwe that afternoon and have been in absolute bliss ever since. Many of you know we don’t find out the gender of our babies and also that their names carry great meaning after much prayer and reflection. Despite not knowing what we were having, we only chose a boy name because we just knew this was him. Enakhe: the one we’ve been waiting for. Ezeomoh: great warrior of old. Isaac: laughter. Our son.
For everyone who prayed for this sweet baby, I can’t thank you enough. He’s a dream. To hear the full birth story, you can listen to the podcast here. I’ll be back with weekly newsletters next week after a beautiful maternity leave and will share more about postpartum life there. This boy has me wanting ten more babies and I’m not mad about it.