Six years ago, today, I gave birth to the most beautiful, 6 pound 1 ounce baby girl and my life has never been the same. She is spunky, sassy, smart, stubborn and has taught me more life lessons in six years, than I ever wanted to learn! There is no other girl in the world for me, but seriously ya’ll, I don’t think both of us will survive her teen years.
My husband and I had picked out our daughter’s name, way before we had even tried to have her. The funny thing is, we never even picked out a boy’s name. For some reason, we never thought we needed another boy name.
Pregnancy for me is hard. It is also terrifying. As before, like in Act One, it took us 3 times to have a viable pregnancy. That’s right, both of my children are “Rainbow Babies”. We suffered through 3 miscarriages, the same as before, and the 4th one stuck. Our little girl. We knew, as soon as we made it past the danger zone, that she would be perfect.
However, because of my previous miscarriages, pregnancy, threatened miscarriage, bed rest and terrifying birth experience, I was a mess my WHOLE pregnancy. Not everyone enjoys being pregnant and I am definitely one of those women that did NOT enjoy it. I didn’t glow, I wasn’t elated, I was terrified and only in it for the prize at the end and what a prize she was!
I was scheduled for my c-section on July 26th at 9:30am. Well, Shelby decided to put things in motion a little quicker than that. At about 1:30am on Jul 26th, my back started to hurt, like it was on fire and I felt like I had to go to the bathroom. By 3:30am, I knew I was in labor and I called the hospital. They told me to get ready and come on in. I woke Adam up and said, “You better start getting ready. I’m in labor, so I am going to jump in the shower and then, we are heading to the hospital.” He was very confused by the shower, but it was necessary!
We got to the hospital and I was in full labor. Adam wheeled me through the parking garage, hit a crack and almost dumped me onto the ground. We laugh about it now!
I remember signing in and them telling me that I was, indeed, dilating and that they would try to get my doctor in ASAP. I remember crying, “Why did I schedule this?!” “I’m not supposed to be dealing with this!” “KNOCK ME OUT AND GET STARTED!”
My doctor finally showed up, after his round of golf…
My baby was born, via c-section at 9:33am, she was 6 pounds 1 ounce and completely amazing. I was in love then and have been ever since!
She is my darling.
Trouble from the get-go!
My little mini me.
My Princess of Expressions!
and now, my newly minted 6 year old!