Approximately one year ago, my darling and very pregnant sister knocked on my door in the middle of the night to alert me that her water had broken and we needed to be getting to the hospital. This resulted in uncontrollable giggling as this is our coping mechanism in uncertain situations. The reason for the uncertainty is this:
“Should we go to one of those baby delivery classes?”
“Uhh…you're the one delivering. Will it make you more comfortable?”
“Ehhh? We probably wouldn’t want to go anyway and we’d skip a whole bunch. Wanna wing it?”
“You sure?”
“Let’s wing it.”
“OK. I’ll read the internet or something”
Upon arriving to the hospital when the nurse asked how many babies both of us had had to date and learning the combined total to be zero she seemed thrilled.
“That baby hasn’t seen a birth plan yet you know. She’ll do what she wants anyway.”
Well not so many hours later…this little hairball arrived....
She was the most precious baby I'd ever seen in my life. Even the nurses couldn't get enough of her. And the following day her mother left the hospital with this...
It didn't take long for any of us to determine which parent had provided the dominant personality genes.
Well a couple of months later her Mama decided she needed to move closer to the grandparents (free childcare). Which may have been the saddest day ever. Our younger sister can confirm this as she helped Mom and Baby move and watch us cry our eyes out like we would never see one another again. Come to find out that is not the case. However, when they moved 10 months ago my niece looked like this:
She grew up a lot in ten months:
And I miss them both sooooo much. But a very Happy Birthday to the most beautiful niece an Aunt could ask for. And a much bigger CONGRATULATIONS to her mother for surviving one year.
Happy 1st Birthday Mickey!
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