When I was in labor with my daughter I called my mom at like 7 p.m. (I'd been in labor for 12 hours at that point - induced labor with my water broken) and said I was at around 8 cm so I'd call her when the baby was born, which we thought would be by 10 or so. The baby had other plans. After a few hours of fruitlessly pushing a sunny side up baby and some issues with my temperature and the baby's heart rate she was finally born the next morning at 3:43. With all the excitement I told my husband not to call my mom because I didn't want to wake and worry her. Too late, she was already in full worry mode and told my step-father that if anything had happened to me or the baby "I'm going to have a hard time believing in God anymore." When I talked to her a few hours after my daughter was born and she had ascertained that I was ok, she asked how the baby was. "Perfect" was my only reply. All things considered (you know, being a toddler and all) I'd say that stands. She's healthy and happy and so very worth all that we went through to bring her into this world.It's pretty miraculous really, one day you get a picture of 6 cells and then 9 months later you're holding an actual baby, and then a couple of years later, that baby is sitting atop a pony in your backyard.
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Did you intentionally make sure the pony's mane matched E's? Her hair really has lightened up since she was a wee(er) lass.
Happy Birthday. I consider it an honor to have watched her go from that 6-cell blip on a screen to this beautiful toddler.
Sweet post. It is amazing, isn't it? Congratulations to you and happy birthday to Little Miss E! Two is BIG. And a pony? Make sure to show her that picture when she's 16 and slamming doors. (Not that that would happen, of course).
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