The day Emma arrived I awoke with a rush of amniotic fluid in my bed at 4:00am, August 14, 2010. That weekend was tiring but a relief from morning sickness, back aches and living without my new baby. She was perfect, to me at least. Large pink lips, perfectly shaped head and one of the sweetest cries I've ever heard from a baby.
Since then, my husband has moved to Shreveport for work, we have moved out of our house and in with a friend, all my kids have been to the ER for various illnesses or injuries, I started selling Tupperware and Emma has grown into this doll of a little girl, who flirts, laughs, dances and loves her brother and sisters.
She is nine months now. It has gone by so fast. She talks a lot! She says Mama, na-na and many other various words that are, as of yet, incomprehensible. We are teaching her some sign language to help her tell us what she wants. She knows the sign for "more" and claps her hands when she wants more. She is definitely a mama's girl. It is rare that I get a moment to relax without her next to me, attached to me or climbing on me. I find myself wondering what she is going to be like when she gets older and then I have to remind myself that I need to cherish the now because she will only be this little for a short time. Soon she'll be telling me like it is and dancing on the ceiling (like someone else we know, MAREN!)
What I am loving most about her is that she is such a happy baby. The only times she cries are when she's hungry, soiled or tired; and usually, if she has me, the crying is nonexistent. Her joy becomes my joy. Her spirit lifts me up and helps me see the bright side, just as all my children have done for me. There is something about a baby that helps me forget the bad parts of life and just enjoy right now.
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