LexiGirl,
7 months…. Wow. Seems like a lifetime ago. Since this is my first ‘month’ writing you, I feel a need to recap…
I can remember vividly being pregnant with you. I remember realizing/hoping that we, well me, were pregnant with you. You gave a scare right at the beginning, but were tough. I remember going back to the endocrinologist… moron more like it… and thinking here we go again. Shots everyday till the day you were born. I was getting bruises, so they said, “Inject your stomach.” My first reaction was, “Yeah right! You shoot your stomach.” You can thank your father for that comment. But I did it, and we kept going.
I remember the second scare in February, and I remember showing at the end of the month. We went to Michelle’s 16th birthday looking like a fat panda, but according to your brother, I was pretty. We kept going, and in April we found out you were a girl. My first thought, “I hope no one buys her a pink glove.” Sad, yes, but considering that I had wanted a girl so she could play, you should expect nothing less.
May came and I grew and grew. When it came time for your cousin Bobby’s wedding, I found a dress no problem. Shoes were an issue… I was one size in the morning, and by afternoon I was another. I wanted to cry…
June came along, and we had a scare as we took a tumble, thanks to Fozzy, but we turned out to be fine. The only bad thing we encounter were Mommy’s Sun Devils losing to Fresno State. By July, I was ready to pop. I was going to the doctor twice a week in Newport/Huntington Beach, it was a fun time. They scheduled you to come out on August 1st, much to my fighting Dr. Dubyak for 7-26. However, I was told at 37 weeks, should I go into labor it was a go. So I put Operation Out on the calendar on Friday, July 18th. You had different plans…
The day, July 17th started out with my horoscope to this day I still keep on my phone: “Tonight’s unexpected events will prove to be rewarding in the end.” I showed Daddy, and he laughed along with me. I thought it was referring to something I bet on ebay. I wasn’t feeling good, so I decided to go down to HB a day early with Daddy and Jeffrey to follow. I was okay, on the phone for most of the drive. We hit the 405, and contractions began. (I think you wanted to make sure you were born in OC.) They never stopped. I got off the car and everyone looked at me in panic. Your Gampy and Tia Kristi were very sympathetic by the way. They wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin your baby shower on the following Sunday. The contractions didn’t stop, called the doctor, and everyone started to panic. I showered and ate. I was NOT going to go in starving. Sandy advised me not to just in case they would get you out. I ate anyway.
I went to the hospital, and called Daddy to let him know to come down. He rushed down. He was somewhere on the 5 when I told him it was showtime! He rushed down to drop Fozzy and pick up Grandpa Ponce. After almost going off the freeway and Grandpa Ponce yelling at Daddy, they made it. Somehow Jeffrey walked in the hospital by himself….
Daddy found me kinda in pain, but ready. They took you out and the first thing we heard Dr. Dubyak, “Look at those thighs! She has thunder thighs” And there you were… 18 ½ inches and 8lbs. 1 oz.on July 18th. You had tons of hair and a strong cry. Mommy got to hold you once before you went to the NICU. You stayed there the whole time and it was an emotional rollercoaster. It’s not a time I like to think about….
You came home to Gampy’s. Jeffrey finally knew what it mean to have a sister. He wasn’t sure what to think of you. The first few months were rough. I went back to work in October, but not before I witnessed you smile and sleep through the night.
7 months…. Wow. Seems like a lifetime ago. Since this is my first ‘month’ writing you, I feel a need to recap…
I can remember vividly being pregnant with you. I remember realizing/hoping that we, well me, were pregnant with you. You gave a scare right at the beginning, but were tough. I remember going back to the endocrinologist… moron more like it… and thinking here we go again. Shots everyday till the day you were born. I was getting bruises, so they said, “Inject your stomach.” My first reaction was, “Yeah right! You shoot your stomach.” You can thank your father for that comment. But I did it, and we kept going.
I remember the second scare in February, and I remember showing at the end of the month. We went to Michelle’s 16th birthday looking like a fat panda, but according to your brother, I was pretty. We kept going, and in April we found out you were a girl. My first thought, “I hope no one buys her a pink glove.” Sad, yes, but considering that I had wanted a girl so she could play, you should expect nothing less.
May came and I grew and grew. When it came time for your cousin Bobby’s wedding, I found a dress no problem. Shoes were an issue… I was one size in the morning, and by afternoon I was another. I wanted to cry…
June came along, and we had a scare as we took a tumble, thanks to Fozzy, but we turned out to be fine. The only bad thing we encounter were Mommy’s Sun Devils losing to Fresno State. By July, I was ready to pop. I was going to the doctor twice a week in Newport/Huntington Beach, it was a fun time. They scheduled you to come out on August 1st, much to my fighting Dr. Dubyak for 7-26. However, I was told at 37 weeks, should I go into labor it was a go. So I put Operation Out on the calendar on Friday, July 18th. You had different plans…
The day, July 17th started out with my horoscope to this day I still keep on my phone: “Tonight’s unexpected events will prove to be rewarding in the end.” I showed Daddy, and he laughed along with me. I thought it was referring to something I bet on ebay. I wasn’t feeling good, so I decided to go down to HB a day early with Daddy and Jeffrey to follow. I was okay, on the phone for most of the drive. We hit the 405, and contractions began. (I think you wanted to make sure you were born in OC.) They never stopped. I got off the car and everyone looked at me in panic. Your Gampy and Tia Kristi were very sympathetic by the way. They wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin your baby shower on the following Sunday. The contractions didn’t stop, called the doctor, and everyone started to panic. I showered and ate. I was NOT going to go in starving. Sandy advised me not to just in case they would get you out. I ate anyway.
I went to the hospital, and called Daddy to let him know to come down. He rushed down. He was somewhere on the 5 when I told him it was showtime! He rushed down to drop Fozzy and pick up Grandpa Ponce. After almost going off the freeway and Grandpa Ponce yelling at Daddy, they made it. Somehow Jeffrey walked in the hospital by himself….
Daddy found me kinda in pain, but ready. They took you out and the first thing we heard Dr. Dubyak, “Look at those thighs! She has thunder thighs” And there you were… 18 ½ inches and 8lbs. 1 oz.on July 18th. You had tons of hair and a strong cry. Mommy got to hold you once before you went to the NICU. You stayed there the whole time and it was an emotional rollercoaster. It’s not a time I like to think about….
You came home to Gampy’s. Jeffrey finally knew what it mean to have a sister. He wasn’t sure what to think of you. The first few months were rough. I went back to work in October, but not before I witnessed you smile and sleep through the night.
Here we are… 7 months later. You are quite the little drama queen. You know who to play and when. You adore your brother, and your brother loves you. He is protective of you, as well as Fozzy. They are your friends and your entertainment. Everyday you melt our hearts with your little giggles, smiles, and snuggles.
I look forward to watching your grow….
All my love,
Mommy
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