I need to start this post by telling you that I am NOT a mushy mother. I want my kids to be independent and leave home as soon as is legal. Just kidding. Kind of.
Seven years ago I had suffered through 3 months of bedrest, the last month of which was spent in a hospital 2 hours from home. At home were Mr. Farmer, 4 year old Sissy, and 3 year old Boy. Mr Farmer had to work full time, coordinate and transport the kids for the day, and come visit me on Wednesdays and for the weekend. The hospital and doctors were awesome and even brought in air beds for my kids to sleep on during their weekend stays. Yes, our family was together for the weekends in the hospital. They had a playground and satellite tv, so it worked. I was allowed out of bed in a wheelchair for one hour per day, so that's when we went to the playground and I got to feel the sun on my face. During the week, I had an aid take me down to the gift shop for my free time or I went down and got in a hot tub. As wonderful as all that sounds, I wasn't home and I was sad.
(I'd go back in a minute these days!)
The day came and I was still three weeks early, but my protein levels were too high and it was time. I had a beautiful baby girl. My first pregnancy as the other two kids were adopted, so everything was new to me. I had a perfect baby!
She cries at sad movies, sad commercials, and was even crying at these pictures of her and her Daddy. She LOVES her Daddy.
She is so independent, smart, inquisitive, helpful, sassy, loving, tender-hearted, and perfect. I love her with all of my being and will until the day I die. She will always be my baby.
Happy birthday, Baby!
Mushiness over and out.