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My Journey to A Great Surprise


For months we “knew” we were going to have a baby boy. That's what we were told. Surprise surprise! The doctor exclaimed: “Look, you have a baby girl”. My wife went :”Oh my God...”. And I was speechless. In a few words, that's how everything went.

You see, from the day I met my wife she said that she wanted a baby girl. Of course, my mom (with 3 big boys) wanted a girl as grand-daughter. As far as I am concerned, I wanted a baby boy, but I knew that any baby is a blessing. I just wanted a great player for the Raptors who really need help by now..

We were going to name the boy Joshua. When my friend (that I won't mention here) texted me yesterday after the news that it was a girl, I laughed so hard when he asked me “are you going to name her Joshuelle”. This dude is so funny. He went on telling me that his brother went through the same thing, and was going to call the boy Joshua, just to find out that it was a baby girl (can you believe that!!). Then my friend suggested that, in my next blog I was going to finish like this: Moral of the story? Do you want to have a baby girl? Just expect a boy, and choose the name Joshua....

In the whole process I learned so many things, but the most insightful thing I got to experience is the power of our words. What we say create what we will experience.

As I mentioned, for a long time, my wife wanted a baby girl. She even had a name for her. She was going to call her “Sky” (short for Skylar). So, I started to call her “Mama Sky” even before we were married. After we were told that we were going to have a boy, I kept calling her “Mama Sky” for some reasons. Guess what! She is now officially “Mama Sky”. Skylar-Zoé Imanzi-Bizindavyi was born on June 16, 2012, at 7.32 pm (Toronto time), just one day before Father's Day. What a blessing! She is a beauty.

My wife and I have decided that we are going to create together the life we want by the words we speak. We decide how things will go. So, before going to the hospital, we prayed and agreed that all will be fine, that we would go home the next day, and that our baby will be a blessing for us, it won't cry a lot and will be healthy. Guess what! It happened EXACLY the way we said. It is quite an experience. In the room where she was staying at the hospital, she was the only one to go home after 24 hours. The rest of the moms stayed at least for an extra night. Our baby sleeps so well, she doesn't cry a lot and she is healthy. How cool is that!

A big shout out for my brother and his wife. Wow! I am so glad you are in my life. Our baby is yours too. Gladys, you can take her home for 3 months as you requested. You deserve it

What about me? You may ask. It is just sinking in that I am a dad. It is surreal. All I know is that I will be soon getting calls from the WNBA wanting my baby girl to be a professional Basketball player. They will have to pay big bucks for that.

Moral of the story? Do you want to have a baby girl? Just expect a boy, and choose the name Joshua..

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman
patrick@goalachieverscanada.com
www.goalachieverscanada.com

Comments

  1. Wow! That is divine intervention! God just showed you that despite what you were told (having a boy) you and your wife's desire to have a girl MANIFESTED into reality!

    Congrats my friend! Sending your new family lots of love and hugs!

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