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Little Girl No More

We are sending you to the hospital to see if your baby is still alive.

That was how our story began.

My baby girl began fighting for her life when my pregnancy hit the 13 week mark. For 28 weeks, I lost amniotic fluid, suffered through pain and cramping and listened to horror stories of what I could possibly expect at her birth. I watched her grow through the screen of an ultrasound monitor at 13 different appointments. I listened to her hiccups and snoring through the fetal monitors that I was constantly being hooked up to. I waited and prayed and trusted that she would make it, in spite of all the things that were being spoken over her.

We made it to her due date and when I went into labour, if it could go wrong, it did. It was quickly discovered that I had placenta Previa and a placental abruption. She wouldn’t drop and I was losing blood at an alarming rate. More praying, more trusting and boom, we had a baby.

She was perfect, and huge and beautiful and did I mention perfect. She was not at all what the doctors predicted she would be. She fought to stay alive in utero, she fought to survive her birth, she fought me on everything from that point forward.

MicahJoy

My little Micah Joy didn’t always live up to her name, and Joy wasn’t always something she was putting out there. She was headstrong and obstinate and did nothing that she didn’t want to do. She was bossy and determined and fearless. Thankfully, she was also sweet and kind and very helpful. She had the biggest brown eyes and one of the best smiles around. She truly was my little gift and miracle.

She didn’t always appreciate being a girl. Not because she wanted to be a boy but because she didn’t like girly stuff. She refused to wear any girly clothes, whether it be in style or colour. She had to have her hair cut super short, and she lived in track pants and Velcro runners. (Oh how I hated those outfits, but she was bound & determined to wear nothing else). She thought Barney was the most amazing show on TV, closely followed by Rescue Heroes and Wheel of Fortune. She ate dill pickles like candy and refused to eat ANY fruit, until she 12 years old.

At 2.5 years old, my Mom made her dress, she put it on and pouted for the whole 42 minutes that it was on her body. It so traumatized her that it took 15 years to convince her to put one on again. Thankfully she graduated or we might’ve had to wait until her wedding to see her in a dress.

At 5 years old, she discovered sports and there was no stopping her. Her first love quickly became softball, followed by ringette and basketball. If she wasn’t at school, she was on a field or in an arena somewhere. She was one of those kids that was just naturally blessed with athletic ability and it was so cool watching her try something new and excel.

As she grew older, we quickly came to appreciate her strong willed and determined personality. Through the years, she got stronger and stood up for herself and the people around her. She continued to do only what she wanted to do, and wasn’t pushed around by anyone. She held steadfast to her beliefs and morals and as a rule, she usually took the high road out of most situations.

She insists on making silly faces in almost all of her pictures. She does some of the weirdest things and laughs at other things that aren’t even remotely funny. She is adored by children everywhere she goes and her smile can still light up any room. She is goofy and loud and so much fun. She is her father and I rolled into one pretty cool being.

She has now graduated from high school, and is looking forward to all that lies ahead of her. I know that she will make wise decisions because she always has. She is way more reasonable and thoughtful than most kids her age. She is smart and witty, and has the same horrible sense of humor as her father. She lives in a baseball cap and a hoody, but that cannot hide how stunningly beautiful she is, which she of course, got from her mother.

She is everything and more that I could’ve ever hoped for in a daughter. She’s no longer my little baby but she is one of my closest friends. That little opinionated child has turned into an amazing person.

I love you Micah Joy. Thank-you for being such a great kid. I am so very, very proud of you. Now please stop piercing things and forget about a tattoo. xoxoxo

MJW

 

 

 

S is for September

September. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year, and I for one, cannot wait for its arrival.

And before you all think I’m mean and don’t like my kids, shush. I love my children very much, and just as they love me more when I buy them nice presents, I love them more when they’re in school. I will admit, when they were younger it was harder to send them off to school. Now  …. not so much.

Frankly, they like it too. They love being with their friends all day, playing on school sports teams and not having a long list of chores. They also miss the routine that I am so desperately craving. There’s something secure and comforting about knowing exactly what you need to be doing at any given time. When they’re busy, they’re not in trouble. I like busy children.

September is also my January. My “new year” always begins on September 1st as my life revolves around the children anyways. It’s a great time to start new things. Going on a diet, heading to the gym and getting your house in order are all perfect September activities. We ‘re already helping our kids be successful and teaching them to start their year off on a good foot, why not do the same for ourselves?

January is just the half-way point of the year and it’s the time we have to send more pencils, erasers and kleenex to school. It’s not a good time for changing anything, especially since you’re too fat from Christmas anyways. If you start changes in September … they’re a lot easier to stick to come to December. That’s my theory anyways.

The arrival of September means that Fall is soon on it’s way and that the hot weather is over. I don’t like being hot. At all. I love Fall, changing leaves, cooler temps,  jeans and sweatshirts and cooking in a crockpot. It also means new socks for everyone as August 30th is the bi-annual “throwing away of the lonely and ugly socks” day.  Good-bye to the stinky, holey and un-matched socks … hello to new white clean ones.

It also means it’s time for my shoppping pilgrimmage to Target, Kohls, TJ Maxx, Big Lots and Ross. I get to eat biscuits and gravy for breakfast and go to Old Country Buffet for lunch. (Not exactly sure how I’m going to make those 2 experiences gluten-free, but I sure am going to try). I will fill my motorhome with $2 boxes of cereal, shoes and whatever else calls my name at The Dollar Tree. It really is a blessed event, and one of the best weeks in Fall.

So .. as September draws closer, please know that I won’t be crying at the door as my children head off to the bus. I will be shoving them out the door with their new backpacks and $100 calculators and waving good-bye. As soon as I’m done singing and rejoicing, I’ll probably have a little nap and then celebrate the start of the new year.

Aaaaah. September.

This post is Day 21 of the Summer Blog Challenge – 31 posts in 31 Days

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