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On the day my daughter was born, the OR had never seen such a crew.  The usual suspects were present, but I had recruited my own OR team on top of them.

Let’s see, there were two OB docs, a Anesthesiologist, a nurse anesthesis, and a PA.  I wanted to make DAMN sure there was someone qualified there to resuscitate either me or the baby in case of an emergency.  I worked at this hospital, so I knew who was good, and asked each of them to be present.  It was what I consider the best of the best.  Everyone was on a first name basis, so I am sure it was a bit intimidating to the nurses on duty that day.

Cut, snip, and out came Mia’s head.  She immediately cried.  Dr. Tim pulled the rest of her body out and I heard him exclaim "It’s a GIRL".  We had been told this at my ultra sound.  I had also been told, via ultrasound, that I was having a girl while pregnant with my first son.   He is most obviously a boy.  So, I just could not make myself believe it was true……until I heard those words spoken with joy from my doctor.

After my initial raptured joy that she was actually alive, I don’t recall much else of the OR experience.  There was some idle chit chat between all the docs and Bill.  My best friend, Dr. Donna the anesthesiologist, filmed the baby.

Back in my room, after a quick trip to the recovery room, they handed Amelia to me and I laid her in my lap and took off her diaper.  She was, most certainly, a girl.

Life with Mama Mia has been a complete joy to all of us.  She is so sweet.  The "sugar and spice and everything nice" really applies to her.  She is dainty, makes such sweet sounds (except while in the car seat) and LOVES to play with dollies.  She rocks them, feeds them, puts them "nite nite" and kisses them.  She also adores My Little Pony, and carries one of them around all the time. 

She loves to dance to music, and the boys sing to her to get her to dance.

She loves to play with my hair clips and such and she brushes my hair.  The boys are so relieved that she enjoys this, as they hate to do it and are now off the hook.   

When I change her diaper, I still have to laugh a bit about the feelings of unreality in relation her gender.  I had always dreamed of having a daughter. I can now see with hindsight that it was important to me.  It was always there in the back of my mind.   

Many years ago, while pregnant with Cory, my mom gave me some dresses that were mine as a baby.  One of them was made by my grandmother.  After 3 boys, I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the dresses would have to wait until I had a granddaughter.  On Mia’s first birthday, I had her picture taken in the dresses.   

Playing with her is fun.  I understand the things she wants to do.  Does that make sense?  It is second nature playing with her.  She and I play with little toy mice in her doll house.  Little toy mice that were mine when I was a child.  The doll house was mine also.  We play dolls together, which is totally not like me, as I hated dolls as a child.  I had one doll that I loved, and it was a Baby Tender Luv.  She is Mia’s now, and she seems to love her too. 

My boys have been so much fun, and my bond with them is something that I cannot put into words.  They each have treasures that were once mine also…..stuffed animals, toy trains and trucks that were once my fathers.  I just love them so much, and they reflect my personality so well….love of the outdoors, athletic, dare devil nature.  They love to snuggle, say the funniest things, and are amazing little boys.   But, I have to admit that I am also grateful to have a little girl to love too.  Having a daughter gives me someone that I can relate to gender wise, and it has been delightful.