Happy Birthday, Bug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is no secret, that I have 3 children “born in the heart” and 3 children “born under the heart.” Each child has(d) their own issues, regardless of the “category” they fall under.
With my oldest….her time when 0-1 yr. Wow, oh wow, oh wow….It shocks me to this day that I chose to have more children after her LOL. I had an easy pregnancy with her (aside from high blood pressure). No sickness (well…in an effort to “eat better”, I ate a can of pears one morning and they promptly came right back up….never ate a can of pears again….17 yrs later), I gained the normal amount of weight and labor was intense, as it is meant to be. During labor, I discovered my moxie and that I had it in me to survive the most horrible pain and to bring into this world a precious child. I also discovered that I am the 1% that the epidural DOESN’T work in. While discovering that, little tidbit, I discovered that I almost died from my blood pressure spiking and that when you “need” mag sulfate, it is given IM (in the muscle), both hips (your buttcheeks), the dr will not wait for a contraction to subside (I would’ve have died), and the medicine feels a bit like thick molasses, that once in your vein, turns into hot lava. Good times.
She was a beautiful little girl, who learned to breast feed quite quickly, but also learned that she “preferred” one side over the other. So, picture Dolly Parton on one side while I had a small “a” cup on the other. There was no way to cover or hide that fact. It was something. Also, she had sleeping issues. Those issues were the fact that she wouldn’t sleep in her bed. She only slept in my arms or her swing. Needless to say, I held her a lot because she would scream. There was no getting a shower, cooking, cleaning, going to pee, without her on my person. I finally realized one day that if I was really quiet, after I had rocked her, that I could walk strategically into the bedroom (strategically because some of the floor boards creaked)…I would have her pumpkin seat lying in my bed and I would have a fan on to drown out the sound….I would quickly, gently, lay her in there and that is where she slept for almost 18 mths.
She didn’t like bright lights, bright noises, people, animals, or other small children. The nursery workers were frightened of her because she would not stop screaming. They would sit her in the floor and then someone would sit behind her, never touching her and she seemed content. I created a photo book of all our relatives. Before we would leave, for anywhere, we would go over the book at who would be there. That seemed to ease her anxiety. But, if someone where there that WASN’T in the book…she would scream. Loudly. The entire time.
I remember, when she was about 13-14 mths old (she was also a late crawler and walker), I was sitting at the table, playing scrabble by myself and she was across from me, eating breakfast. I was putting the letters back in the bag and as I was doing so (me not speaking), she was naming off the letters She knew most of the alphabet! I sat there and stared thinking this child can’t walk, but she has memorized Bible songs, Barney songs and she knows the alphabet? I asked her if she could spell her name and she said V-I-C-T-O-R-I-A….she did it while writing her name in the air and then putting a line under it. I sat, in awe thinking I am going to have my hands full.
She was reading chapter books by 3 and from that moment on….my life has been full of wonderment and excitement. She is a focused, Godly young lady who knows right from wrong and walks that line. Not saying that she is perfect, because she isn’t. She is quick to admit where she has screwed up and is genuinely sorry when she does screw up. She has been homeschooled most of her life (spending a total of a 1 1/2 in a PS or a private school). She loves to read, crochet, knit, do puzzles, help others, work with special needs…she loves cats (though they make her sick), she is full of compassion and love and is certainly a mother hen. Eager to help, eager to please, eager to learn more about the God who saved her soul. I am blessed, beyond measure that God chose me to be her mom and walk this life with her.
She started her first semester of college, at 16, will graduate a year early from high school. Has worked at a middle school with special needs kiddoes for the last 3 years, begins her first job on Thursday and she amazes me with her quirky, offbeat attitude. She freely laughs at herself and is so blooming smart, it hurts my brain. She loves missions, special needs and missions Blessed.