I was confused. We just got to the hospital. I had been in the room maybe five minutes. They were supposed to be getting my epidural ready. I probably would have delivered the baby with no nurse staff present if Nate hadn't rushed out to get them.
Open your eyes.
I obeyed, and watched my purple-footed baby take her first breaths.
Our baby arrived during a hard season in our lives. She was such an easy baby, but we also had a fourteen month old, and we were at the beginning stages of a "police life" schedule, and I HATED it. I look back and regret my attitude, and wish I would have let my anger go and find healing in holding and enjoying a newborn.
Like all seasons, they pass. The schedule got better, and our Ellie grew into a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Our little recessive gene child as we call her sometimes. Oh, she has blue eyes like me, she expresses quite often.
She's the most huggable creature alive.
She'll make anyone feel loved and feel special. Just ask anyone who has met her.
She waits until the very last minute to go potty.
She hides under her bed when she's being naughty.
She likes the color blue.
She likes frogs.
This is your firetruck-- and chatters away to a roomful of tall, big firemen about the picture she drew them. She has no fear of public speaking.
She bugs her sister like normal, but quite often surprises me with her generosity and cheerful willingness to be second.
Mommy, shirt and shirt rhyme. She makes me smile.
There are so many more memories stored in my heart.
I love our now becoming dirty blonde hair, blue eyed girl.
And I'm so glad I opened my eyes up to her four years ago.
Happy Birthday!
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