Emma Rose-6 years
On December 3, 2008, I woke up feeling--off. At 37 weeks pregnant, I knew that my days of being pregnant were numbered. My section was scheduled for 12/12, though, so the concept of going before then never really crossed my mind. I was off to my weekly doctors appointment. I remember waddling out the door SO vividly. I remember the cramping, which turned into contractions. I remember the look on the doctor's face when I told him that I wasn't feeling so hot that day. I remember the MONSTER contractions that I had during that visit. I remember going home, with strict orders to call if 'business' picked up. I remember not being packed for the hospital. I remember not being able to get in touch with Greg because he was working in a hole in the road. I remember going home and trying to get stuff done, all while thinking that this wasn't how this was supposed to happen. As a c-section Mama, labor isn't expected, and in my case, since my sections are medically necessary, it isn't always the best thing. So, I tried to pack in between contractions and in between running around after a 17 month old.
At 1:00pm, my doctor called me. He asked how I was feeling and if the contractions had stopped. I thought about lying, but I couldn't. So, off to the hospital we went. I labored all day. My surgery was scheduled, and then bumped. Scheduled and bumped again. This happened 4 times! Finally, after being at the hospital for 6 hours, I was wheeled back into surgery and at 8:31pm, I met #2. Miss Emma Rose was born. My fondest memory of our first few minutes together was after you were cleaned off, Em. They wrapped you up and you were SCREAMING. The nurse bought you over to me, where I was getting stitched back up, and once you heard my voice, you stopped crying. It was amazing. I can't believe how vividly I remember that day.
The point in writing all of that out is to illustrate how quickly 6 years flies by. 6 years. 6. How on Earth is my daughter 6? Why does 6 bother me so much? It bothered me with Jack and now that Emma is here, I'm feeling the same sadness. 6 is closer to 10 than to 1. She's just not a baby anymore. Technically she hasn't been a baby for quite some time, but you understand what I'm saying, right? My baby is growing up.
Emma, you've changed SO much. Your personality has blossomed. You're funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Helpful. Sensitive. You love to clean! And sing! And dance, draw and play. You're SO girly, and so not, all at the same time.
You ask SO MANY questions. Questions that I don't always have the answers to. Questions that I never knew a 5, almost 6 year old would ask. Kudos to you, kiddo, for being so inquisitive. You keep Mommy on her toes!
You love school. You're doing so well, too. To think that you're the child that would never leave my side, and now you're so independent.
You live in the world of Emma. I'm assuming it's lovely there, because you've been there since day one. You definitely beat to your own drum. This is one of the things that I love most about you.
You think you're a princess, most days. When you're not a princess, you're a cat. No, really. Sara is your owner and you walk around meowing. It makes me laugh every time.
I've always said that there is something special about you, Em. I still say it. You
are my heart. I love you more than you'll ever know. You're so important to me, baby girl. You taught me so much about myself. Most importantly, you taught me that there is no limit to a mother's love. Such a big lesson for such a small person!
I love you, Emma. Today and every day
"... and I thank you for chosing me, to come through unto life to be a beautiful reflection of His grace. For I know that a gift so great is only one God could create and I'm reminded every time I see your face. "
At 1:00pm, my doctor called me. He asked how I was feeling and if the contractions had stopped. I thought about lying, but I couldn't. So, off to the hospital we went. I labored all day. My surgery was scheduled, and then bumped. Scheduled and bumped again. This happened 4 times! Finally, after being at the hospital for 6 hours, I was wheeled back into surgery and at 8:31pm, I met #2. Miss Emma Rose was born. My fondest memory of our first few minutes together was after you were cleaned off, Em. They wrapped you up and you were SCREAMING. The nurse bought you over to me, where I was getting stitched back up, and once you heard my voice, you stopped crying. It was amazing. I can't believe how vividly I remember that day.
The point in writing all of that out is to illustrate how quickly 6 years flies by. 6 years. 6. How on Earth is my daughter 6? Why does 6 bother me so much? It bothered me with Jack and now that Emma is here, I'm feeling the same sadness. 6 is closer to 10 than to 1. She's just not a baby anymore. Technically she hasn't been a baby for quite some time, but you understand what I'm saying, right? My baby is growing up.
Emma, you've changed SO much. Your personality has blossomed. You're funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Helpful. Sensitive. You love to clean! And sing! And dance, draw and play. You're SO girly, and so not, all at the same time.
You ask SO MANY questions. Questions that I don't always have the answers to. Questions that I never knew a 5, almost 6 year old would ask. Kudos to you, kiddo, for being so inquisitive. You keep Mommy on her toes!
You love school. You're doing so well, too. To think that you're the child that would never leave my side, and now you're so independent.
You live in the world of Emma. I'm assuming it's lovely there, because you've been there since day one. You definitely beat to your own drum. This is one of the things that I love most about you.
You think you're a princess, most days. When you're not a princess, you're a cat. No, really. Sara is your owner and you walk around meowing. It makes me laugh every time.
I've always said that there is something special about you, Em. I still say it. You
are my heart. I love you more than you'll ever know. You're so important to me, baby girl. You taught me so much about myself. Most importantly, you taught me that there is no limit to a mother's love. Such a big lesson for such a small person!
I love you, Emma. Today and every day
"... and I thank you for chosing me, to come through unto life to be a beautiful reflection of His grace. For I know that a gift so great is only one God could create and I'm reminded every time I see your face. "
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