The pregnancy with Elizabeth was quite a roller coaster. Blood clots, painful shots, a single umbilical artery, potential birth defects, high risk doctors, multiple ultrasounds, multiple doctors, abnormal test results. It was a lesson in faith and Elizabeth a lesson in miracles–as she emerged into this world with a knotted umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. A little miracle.
With her in our arms, we thought all was good, the "issues" behind us until abnormal test results came again and again. More doctors, more tests. And more news–all tests were false. We were in the clear. One year later and you’d never know the road we traveled to get here had so many bumps, which in reality are dimples compared to the potholes that so many go through. God is good and faithful.
And here I sit, one year later, and I can hardly believe it’s possible. One year?
In keeping with my birthday post traditions, a little list of what I love–and little Elizabeth Paige, gets an extra column–the things that make me crazy! (in the best way.)
What I love:
*we have a song. and it’s the only one you want to hear me sing at bedtime
*you love to have your head rubbed, hair tucked behind your ears, cheeks stroked
*you stretch, hands over your head, legs stick-straight every morning when I lay you down on the changing table
*when the wind is blowing in your face, or the sun in your eyes, you snuggle your head into my chest
*you laugh like an owl hoots–a deep, happy laugh in your belly.
*when you see people you love, you get so excited a shiver runs through your body
*you call me, "mum-mum"
What drives me crazy (but I still kinda love) or You’d think by now I’d learn that:
*You pull off my glasses every time I sit you on my lap.
*You suck on the charred pieces of wood around the wood burning stove. It’s organic, right? (I should probably clarify–the wood isn’t hot. what kind of mother do you think I am??)
*You eat the soil out of the flower pots. also organic??
*You’re obsessed with the toilet and darn if the girls don’t forget to close the door when they leave the bathroom, let alone put down the lid.
*Every time I lay you down for a diaper change you flip over onto your tummy faster than lightning. You find it quite comical.
*Every morning, every morning, you know to go into the girls’ room and pull down their glasses of water that are on the table between their beds–onto the floor, onto yourself.
*When I put a pile of Cheerios in front of you, you scatter them all around the floor and table with a few sweeps of your hands.
*You stand up on your tippy-toes, reach over your head and pull down all the neat, organized stacks of paper on my desk.
*You also sit quietly under my desk and empty the trash can onto the floor, piece by piece.
*I put your hat on, you take it off. I put your hat on, you take it off.
You have a sweet, gentle, content spirit that brings peace and joy to our home. I can’t imagine our family without you.
