I remember being pregnant with her ... I was really sick. A lot. You know, like 29 of the 38 weeks that I was pregnant with her. I was scared. I had such a crazy delivery with my first that I was paranoid. A few months before I was to deliver we found out that our first born had cerebral palsy as a result of said crazy delivery. Now I was really nervous. Just ask my ultrasound tech. I've never been so interested in where one's umbilical cord was located. But when the time came, and it came early because it was thought that her cord was indeed wrapped around her neck, everything was fine. Well, aside from me absolutely going insane as they strapped me to the table for my c-section (did you know that those meds could literally make one crazy?? thanks blood pressure for bottoming out on me ... i needed that), it was completely normal. And strange. I held her right away. She got to come straight to my room from the OR. I held her and snuggled her and then yelled for my friend to get her quick so I could throw up (did you know those meds would make you insanely nauseous and make your face itch so bad that you look like a complete druggie??). But I recovered and she was easy. She was just happy to be here, and I was happy she was here, too.
Now, she is (almost) three. She's not as easy as she used to be. She's quite the character. She has the craziest things to say and is very comical. And smart. Too smart. And she's cute and very happy to be holding up three fingers in the near future. I love that baby. I'm glad she's mine and that God blessed us very richly with her three years ago.
