I never went into labor on my own...Miss Stubborn was facing the wrong way and didn't want to budge. She wanted in my warm belly forever...maybe she knew the Jayhawks were ready to begin a skid so horrendous she couldn't witness it...who knows. She didn't come around until about 4:15 in the afternoon when she decided to turn, my body decided to dilate and she moved down over the course of 15 minutes. I'm SO glad I asked for the epidural to be turned down so that I could feel these moments in all of their heinously painful glory. Right. 20 minutes of pushing and there she was!!! Gorgeous, amazing, a head full of rooster hair just like her big brother, and a set of lungs to make Aretha proud. Perfect!
Oh, my baby girl...what a gem she is. Laughing, smiling, blowing bubbles, and the occasional bout of colic - but nothing major. The girl belches and farts like a truck driver and loves to be walked around so she can see her little world. She sleeps like a champ and likes napping in her swing or car seat the best. She coos and flirts and oh my, I love her. Who doesn't love her? Jack adores her...kissing and loving her and occasionally holding her until he decides, "Mom, she's too heavy," and gives her back. There's nothing like hearing your husband talking to his baby girl, whispering, "Hi beautiful girl!" "Good morning pretty girl!"... you know, the things that used to be reserved for the wife. I love it. I can't believe how much I love her - I really do have room for both!
These past few weeks have been glorious. I know that I will cherish this time with both my babies forever - and being able to spend 12 weeks at home getting to know Charlotte Jane and playing with my big boy Jack has been priceless. They have both changed so much!
