For our second baby, who is 8 years old today. Yep. If you checked in in the last day or so, you know we’re birthdaying again. But, as Queen Mum, I’m just reveling in the memories. So come back in another day or so, if this theme is making you yawn. I’ve pulled out the old journal, kept while I was pregnant with Catgirl…
August 8, 1997
Dear Baby,
I’ve been feeling you move around for a week or so now. It’s such a nice, familiar feeling, knowing your tiny body is growing, getting ready to meet us in January. On Wednesday (in 5 days!), we’re going to try to see if you are a boy or a girl! Will we have a house full of boys, or a little girl too? I’ve dreamed twice you are a girl, but I’m just not sure. Who are you? Maybe in 5 days, we’ll begin to get an idea…13 August, 1997
Well little one,
It seems you are a girl! The doctor today told us your immodest sonogram pictures reveal a little girl. We are so thrilled…your brother is going to have a little sister! Oh the clothes I am going to find for you! The sonographer tells us you look very healthy, despite my rotten eating habits, and you are 18.5 weeks along. Almost half way til the time we can meet your sweet face! Now. What to name you?9 September, 1997
Baby Girl,
I fear even putting that on paper, should you surprise us and turn out to be a boy. I’m going with it now, hopefully. It is a gray Tuesday, shortly before noon. Your brother is watching the garbage trucks and back hoes go by outside the window…it is the height of his day. I am on the sofa. Still sick. At 22.5 weeks, I’m still throwing up, and exhausted. At this point, I’m just hanging on til January…I’ve dreamed you have dark hair, like your daddy’s, and surely you’ll have blue eyes like the rest of us. As much as I know better than to wish time away, I do hope these last months go quickly til your arrival. I’m trying hard to just let them be…20 February, 1998
You are one month old tomorrow. I cannot believe the time has passed so. After your birth, a last minute second section for me, I was so exhausted I wasn’t sure I could even focus my eyes to see you, much less even lift my arms to hold you when the nurse asked if you should be brought to me in recovery. Then, I thought of all we had struggled through together to get you here, to meet each other, and you were placed in my arms. You were amazing. So dark, and alert, only about an hour old. As with your brother, and much to my dismay, that was as early as I could see you O.R. You nursed well for about 30 minutes as I tried to get a good look at you. Your hair was nearly black, and your eyes seemed navy, almost black, also…when we finally were taken to our room, I called all our dearest friends to announce your arrival. I told the story over and over, and never grew tired of it…
So. Apparently I still haven’t tired of it. There’s just something about reliving the birth of your babies that only gets sweeter with time. Here’s to you, Baby Girl, who’s just not a baby anymore!
