I would be considered a bad mother if I didn't do a little post about my Baby Girl.
I've heard alot about how the middle child is always left out. Not really on purpose...it just happens in the shuffle of life. And I can understand it happening in this life I'm living.
Paige is high maintenance. Always has been. But, that's just her personality and makes her who she is. I love her for it because she's not afraid to ask for attention and show her entire butt if she doesn't get it. Vitt is UBER high maintenance. I don't know if it's because he's a boy or he's his daddy's son. My mother in law tells me he's alot like Fred was as a little boy. Yeah, Fred was known by his first name back in Tucson in the local E.R. before he was two. And, yes, that fact worries me. Alot.
Makenna, on the other hand, is very laid back and so easy (thus far) to raise. She never asks for anything really but when she and I go somewhere....just the two of us...she always makes the comment about how cool it is for 'just the two of us' to do something. So, I make an extra special effort to do 'two of us' stuff. So does Fred. Heck, it thrills her soul to go to the car wash with Fred. She thinks its cool to be in the car and watch the different colors of soap. Like I said....laid back.
This time, 8 years ago, I was no where near labor and one day away from my due date. I'd had the perfect pregnancy with no problems and was feeling great. My grandaddy had come by for my dad to wash his truck since he wasn't able to. As we were sitting outside, I told Grandaddy I hadn't gotten anything for his birthday (February 6), but would a baby do if I could swing it? He told me that would be just fine. I was totally joking when I said that.
My mother was very emotionally vested in this pregnancy. We were living next door by that time and she got to see me from beginning to end. She had gone to my doctor's visit the day before and the doctor was stressing for me to do kick counts. Make sure the baby was moving. After lunch, she asked me every five minutes if this baby was moving. Makenna didn't move fast enough for Nana. She decided we needed to go to the hospital. So, we did. Makenna's dad, me, Paige, and my parents. When we got there, I asked the doctor to just get done checking me so I could go to Walmart. He decided to keep me!!! Figured since I was 4 cm dilated, it wouldn't be long. Dangit. I really wanted to go to Walmart.
My friend came and got Paige (it was all pre-arranged). Off she went to eat supper with Aunt Chelle and soon to be Uncle Mark. She had a wonderful time being the center of attention.
In a nutshell, this is how it went down. Doc came in around 7:30-8:00 p.m. to break my water. I told him I needed to have this baby by midnight because it was my grandaddy's birthday. He laughed and said that this was considered my first delivery since Paige was an emergency c-section and to expect at least 12 hours of labor.
He didn't know me too well, did he?
Suffice it to say, I had her at 11:03 p.m. There was 57 minutes to spare. She might have been quick then....but that's been the only time. That girl is slow as molasses in winter-time now. Laid back.
My grandaddy came to see me in the hospital. He wasn't able to walk that far, so he suffered what he thought was the indignity of a wheelchair. He had to see his birthday present.
Happy Birthday, Mu Mu. You are such a special light in my heart. I worried for months about how was I going to love another child as much as I loved your sister. I just didn't think it was possible. My Mama was right. My heart grew even bigger when you were born. It had to. How else was it going to hold all that love? You've blessed all our lives so much.
p.s. Do you think you can FINALLY start picking up your shoes and putting them in your room?