Five years ago (on 9-9-09) I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl! I remember the anxiety,happiness,worry,genuine relief as if it were yesterday! She was the second of our little girls and little did I know how much we needed her in our lives.
I found out I was pregnant when the oldest had barely turned one years old, we found out we were expecting another baby! Being new parents still the fear set in. I laugh at myself now, but we loved our oldest daughter so much I didn’t understand how I could love another child with the same amount of love! This fear genuinely plagued my mind. I remember my mother in law who is quite intuitive telling us, I know what you are afraid of and trust me, you will love the next child just as much!
Her words sat through me because until I seen that beautiful little girl with my own eyes, I did not understand that statement! I honestly kept that uneasy feeling until the first kick! That kick is when I began to fall in love with her! I knew I loved her but after birth did I realize just how much!
The day she was born we had a scheduled c-section and I knew this little girl inside and out already. She was more laid back in my tummy, she didn’t do cartwheels or kick till I couldn’t stand it, She was just right. A comfortable pregnancy with a baby who would be ready for the world on her own time.
The Cesarian went wonderful and the moment I heard that sweet little cry, nothing too loud or over the top, just a little to let us know that she was healthy and alive. That moment is when I understood! I didn’t have enough room in my heart for her because I simultaneously grew a second heart for her the moment she was born! Two hears were where there was one and each child has their own place filling up the hearts in its entirety!
She looked just like her mommy which is good because the oldest looks like her daddy and hey, I need at least on child to look like me! She remained an easy baby and I remember thinking wow! I got so lucky this time. She never took the paci with exception of one day in the hospital and at five months began to suck her thumb! The moment she did this i instinctively tried to give her the paci. The way I felt about it is I can always take away the pacifier but the thumb is here to stay. She still sucks her thumb but we are trying to work with her to stop.
This year 5yo started preschool and it has amazed me how well she is writing. Shy but in her own way outgoing I am loving this little girl she is shaping up to be. As a baby she was very nurturing always playing mommy to her dolls, and in a way she is still nurturing to her brother and sister even though sister is the older one. She loves Littlest pet shops and Lallaloopsy toys.
Her sense of humor is more dry and honestly more of a boy sense of humor. If she says the word fart she will laugh hysterically and often will say it to get you to laugh as well. She told me she loved me for the first time while I was on the potty and even though it wasn’t an ideal place for me to hear it, I will hold that memory in my heart forever.
Being the toughest kid I know, it is hard to tell when she is sick. If her throat hurts she will just deal and you have to look for the subtle clues. She will ask for more water than milk, or maybe lose interest in eating. otherwise you would never know.
5yo was just what I needed when I didn’t even know I needed it! We are so blessed to have her in our lives and always remember this one thing. Never question how much love you have in your heart for a child, because where there was one heart you will grow two! (or three in my case)..