This weekend is Miss Becca’s birthday. Four years ago today I was desperate to get her OUT! At 42 weeks pregnant and having both my mom and Jason home and staring at me for weeks on end waiting for me to have this baby… well… yeah. I went to my Dr. appointment where I was once again told “zero zero” on my current state of my cervix with a shrug. Baby examined, all well, no action on their part for another 5 days. That night, as we served up hamburgers and helped my mom get ready to go back to her own home, standing in the kitchen, Miss B let me know she was ready and coming.
Thinking back, her keeping us waiting, her dramatic breaking of water and the longer and harder labor/delivery than her sister… well it all fits. It’s SO Becca. She is my stubborn, hilarious, I will do things my way because I say so girl. Confidence? Never an issue. Shy? I don’t think so.
So far I’ve loved every stage – from the newborn who refused sleep unless cuddling someone, to the girl about to start pre-K. I’m sure we have so many more wonderful stages to come – I embrace each.
For now – signing off for the weekend because I *ahem* might have put off some crafty details her royal highness wanted for her birthday until the very last moment. Whoops.