Today Bella is 3 1/2.
I can hardly believe it’s been 3 1/2 years since that night she was placed in my arms. All purply and quiet, looking at me like she knew who I was.
One of our awesome nurses had the presence of mind to capture a few shots of us together seconds after birth.
She was the most darling baby ever. I could be biased on that, but I remember marveling at how tiny she was (6lbs 12oz) and how perfect she was.
With my Dad (a rare pic!)
This past year hasn’t been easy on her. Yet I’ve seen so many changes, it’s been such a thrill to watch her get ready to be a big sister to a little boy on earth. The difference between the pregnancy with the twins and now with her age is huge. She is so ready to help, ready to do it all.
Like insisting on changing his diapers “by self”, burping him “by self”, and even nursing him “by self”. We had to have a talk about who fed the baby. Then about how Daddy did have nipples but they weren’t for that purpose. 🙂
Oh, having a 3 1/2 year old is amazing.
Sometimes though, the tantrums do me in. She has a tendency to fall face first on the ground (without bending her knees) to scream bloody murder when she doesn’t get her way. The bigger I get, the harder it is to chase her down or keep up with consistent discipline. I’m so darn tired by her bedtime that it’s all I can do to simply plop myself on the floor and get her nightclothes on.
With my Mom last year.
She loves to read. I love that at night she picks a book she knows by heart and reads it to us, complete with hand waving and voice inflections. I love that she sings “Jesus Loves Me” in Target without a care in the world about what anyone thinks.
As we get closer to adding another to our family, I see just how very special this time is. She talks about the baby all the time. She asks constantly to pat him or listen to his heartbeat. The other night as she talked to him through my stomach, I looked over at Sam and said, “This has to be one of the best things about being a parent.”
Listening to the baby’s heartbeat.
We know that there will be jealousy and sibling rivalry, and that it will be overwhelming at first to divide my attention to them both. But honestly? I’m so ready for that. I wasn’t with the twins. It was all I could do just to ponder how on earth I’d survive those first few months. Now I know I can, and my heart is tuned differently to that struggle of motherhood. It’ll be exhausting, and I’ll be cranky and tired, and I’ll probably get sick and tired of leaking boobs and peeing my pants when I sneeze; but under it will be this overwhelming sense of thankfulness.
Her lovies. Fla”bingo” and a Hoho.
Just like right now. Real life, real feelings. Mixed in with the awe of the miracle a pregnancy is.
I can’t wait to see her face when we let her see her brother for the first time. I can’t wait to see the moments they’ll have together. I am so glad we tried again for another little one, and I hope she knows that.
3 1/2 has it’s ups and it’s (straight legged on the floor) downs, but the moments gearing up for this time in our lives make up for all of that.