Saturday, March 05, 2016

9 years and growing

I admit when I found out I was going to be a Mom again, I wasn't thrilled.  I was happy but apprehensive.  It's not that a baby wasn't wanted or unexpected.  It was the whole idea of being pregnant again.  It didn't take me long the first time to figure out that me + pregnant = awful.  With Valerie, I had never been so sick for so long in all of my life.  There was no break and I felt as if I were rocking on a boat 24/7 with awful sea sickness that I couldn't escape.  I hoped the second time around would be different because everyone kept telling me each pregnancy was different.  Oh how wrong they were.  The second was only different in that it was worse, much, much worse.  It's one of those things you forget over time and I can't even remember how to describe it.  I just remember crying so much because I felt so terrible and it seemed never ending and there was no break....

Hence the reason we didn't have baby #3.

Here I am the night before Veronica was born.  I was being induced so we had to check in at midnight, and this was my last big belly pic a few hours before we left for the hospital.

Literally with in hours after she was born, I felt like me again.  I wasn't sick.  The boat that I had been on for 9 long months had docked or something.

Veronica was born March 5, 2007 at 8:47pm.  She was such a pretty little baby.  She cried and cried.  The nurse had to suction her lungs and she did not like that at all.  We were left alone to bond with the baby, and she cried the entire time.  Clint held her and rocked her and she just screamed. Nothing calmed her.   That set the tone of what was to come!!  Then we ended up having to stay longer in the hospital.  She was a very slow eater and it took forever to burp her.  She spit up nearly everything she ate for the first few days, so they refused to discharge her.  It took a while, but once we were home we figured out we had to hold her a certain way to get that air bubble up.  She lived on gentle formula and mylicon drops for the first 6 months of her life!

Just as from those first moments, she was a crier.  She cried all the time.  As an infant, she cried when there was too much noise.  Too much light.  Too many people.  The terrible twos weren't any better.   Or threes.  I am not exaggerating when I say she literally cried about something every day of her life until she was nearly five years old.  Whew.

Somehow though Roni has outgrown the grumpiness and now is a VERY HAPPY bubbly little girl.  She has so many ideas and thoughts and plans for the future.  Every night she comes to have a talk with us.  As she paces the floor, she spills her ever changing ideas from being a YouTuber to being a pet rescuer to being a teacher to inventing something to solve a problem...    The very detailed plans and ideas just keep coming.

(to catch a glimpse into her head, here's Veronica's YouTube channel.  It's good for a few laughs)

I can't wait to see what my little thinker accomplishes in her life.

Happy 9th Birthday to my wonderful baby girl....   I love you very much.

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