5 years ago, this world became more fun.
|Your birth announcement picture|
It was a Tuesday. And after 2 (or was it 3?) false alarms, your ding-dong Mommy finally started having real contractions. I am still thankful for those false alarms, because the 2nd one seemed like the real deal enough to get Grandma to come down to get in on the action.
|Grandma and String Bean enjoying brand-new-you|
September 25th in Pensacola, Florida.
It was officially fall...but Florida doesn't acknowledge that season until November sometime (maybe). After a fitful night's sleep, I decided to finish out thank-you notes while hoping the annoying cramping would turn into something productive.
|Our family of 4!|
Once I finished the notes...my belly started visibly contracting. Grandma was keeping a close eye on me (and you!) and we had decided to not do anything - to completely ignore them - until we couldn't anymore.
|First time at the beach - 4 days old|
Daddy had gone to get a quick work-out in, and then we were all going to have a picnic at the beach.
He changed his plans.
You changed my plans.
Daddy decided to play racquetball for an hour and a half.
Without his cellphone.
Where none of his friends had THEIR cellphones.
Where he couldn't hear the gym paging him.
|Look who can stand - and walk - at 1!|
Contractions were definitely getting stronger - past the "uncomfortable" stage - and on a consistent pattern. OHMYGOSH. This is the real deal.
Our kind neighbor came over to watch String Bean, Grandma loaded me into the car, and we were about to head to the hospital without Daddy.
Some would say I was mildly annoyed at Daddy.
A more accurate description would be stark raving mad.
|You were a purple-fairy-princess for Halloween when you were 2|
As we started to pull out of the apartment parking lot, Daddy pulled up with his friend. Quickly he assessed what was going on, and he said, "Hang on. I need to shower."
That didn't really calm me down.
|A little over 2 years old|
Grandma was a neutral party who did a very good job calming the crazy woman
and enlightening the late-arriving Daddy.
We arrived at the hospital at 12:30, and my water broke at 2:30.
Around 4:00, things started to get fun. That was when my body kicked in high gear and said it was almost time to evict you. :)
At 5:15 I thought I needed to push, but I wasn't completely ready.
NOT pushing, when even your toenails are screaming PUSH!!!!!!!!, is rather challenging.
At 5:25, they cleared me to push, and 3 pushes later, at 5:29, you screamed to wake the dead.
|2 and half...full of personality|
Hospital staff were coming in to see you because they had never heard a newborn scream so loudly.
I wish I could say my first words to you were sweet and loving.
But they weren't.
When they held you up and showed me your 8lb 8oz self, I just said:
"Holy crap. She's HUGE!!"
|2 and a half - posing in your own way|
Then I cried. The ugly cry. You were so beautiful and so strong and so healthy. And so stinkin' LOUD. I loved finally getting to touch the strong legs that had bruised my abdominal cavity; to touch the elbows that loved hanging out in my ribs.
Grandma cut the cord.
Daddy hugged you.
We all fell in love with you.
Our sweet Jumping Bean, I'm so very thankful that I get to be your Mama. My life is brighter, better, and bouncier, because of you. I'm so glad you're my girl; and I'm even more glad you're God's girl.
|5 years old!|