X AND Y - July 14, 2005 -
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.
Photos for your viewing pleasure - July 12, 2005 -
Cody, wrapped not only in a towel, but also in pride:
Cory with his sissy
Cody at the start:
Cody cooling off in the waterfall:
Cory, sliding out of the big chute into the Murky Depths Where Small Children Might Disappear:
Mia, in her favorite place in the world…the carseat (not):
Post-busy weekend cuddles between Mia, Dolly (she was mine when I was a small child) and Quinn:
God Bless the USA - July 5, 2005 -
Proud To Be An American…….because, well, I am.
I’m proud to be an American
where at least I know I’m free,
And I won’t forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.
I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know my kids can’t get sucked down a toilet. - July 5, 2005 -
Someone came to my site while searching "automatic toilet flushes a kid" from what appeared to be a French search engine. Désolé, excusez-moi? Hmmm. Please tell me that no one actually believes this could possibly happen. "Kid flushes automatic toilet" works around here. Maybe my kids just have big heads.
We spent the 4th weekend at the in laws ranch. Lots of fun had by all via swimming, hiking, feeding lambs, riding in tractors and hunting for arrowheads. We found some beautiful pieces, and this fall when things cool off again, we will spend more time at the flint piles looking for more.
Please slap me, as I did not even take one picture. What good am I?
As fun as our weekend was, it is so great to be back home. Mia does not seem to like change much. She prefers to be here at home and does not sleep well when we are gone. She also fussed the entire 3 hours it took to get home. I thought my skull was going to split open and spill its contents. At one point I asked my husband to slow the car down to below 50 so I could leap out. He felt that would be counter productive. It was tense in the van, to say the least.
On our return home we began our free fall into the swim/All Star week from hell. Swim in the morning, swim at lunch time, ball practice at dinner time. Then a ball game (an hours drive from here) Wednesday, and if we lose, another one on Thursday. If they win on Wednesday, we play at 8pm Friday, then after the game at 10pm we drive to where the Regional swim meet is being held. Then the boys swim their events on Saturday. All of this means more time with Screaming Mimi strapped into a car seat.
Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?
Au revoir!
