Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Happy fourth Birthday Grace Louise.
I remember taking all those pregnancy tests to make sure. You were the healing thing. The other two were surprises, and then that one in-between was lost in the guff. We celebrated your conception. You remain the best idea I ever had.
Still, it was hard. I remember the nurses saying "Try to save the fetus if you expel it" when they put me on bed rest that first trimester. And how I pushed myself against the headboard and said "I'm not ready."I wasn't ready to give up on you.
But then, everything was okay. I gained fifty pounds. (Your sisters only put 20 each on my small frame) and you were the smallest at six pounds. Six pounds? How? Where did the other 44 go? (Did you just say "Your butt." ? That is NOT nice Grace.)
Today you're that very same tenacious spirit. You're stubborn and demanding. You're defiant and deliberate. And you're damn funny. You remind me of someone I'm just getting to know.
Hey, last baby. Thanks.
*This morning she woke up in my arms (because that's where she wants to sleep) and I said "Happy Birthday!" and she said "STOP IT."*