10 years ago today, I was headed to my prenatal appointment hoping it would be my last.
I was 39 weeks pregnant but feeling more like 43. I always enjoyed being pregnant, and I was blessed with 3 very normal and uneventful healthy pregnancies. But the last month was always the hardest. I was understandably uncomfortable but mostly just impatient. The anticipation of seeing my new baby was just too much for me. And those last weeks always seemed to drag on. I remember waking up those mornings and feeling disappointment that I had gone yet another night without spontaneously going into labor. And I never went full term with any of my babies.
My doctor had told me at my previous visit to pack a bag, that she didn't think I'd make it another week, but if I did, to come prepared. Sure enough, she checked me out and decided she would go ahead and induce. She told me to head over to the hospital, and she'd meet me there.
You came just 5 short hours later.
Tonight, after you opened your new glove and shoes from me and Dad, you were so excited and grateful. All that we could hope for.
You're growing up way too fast and maturing overnight. You remind me so much of myself. You are so goofy and crack jokes to hide your embarrassment or to lighten the mood. You are very self-conscious and won't even show your teeth when you smile. You don't take failure well, and you're really hard on yourself. You're so lovable and are always giving hugs.
You have to fix your hair everyday (correction, I have to fix your hair everyday), and you are one of the best dressed kids at your school. I hate that you're losing your baby face, but thankful you've kept those dimples.
I love the way you are with your sister. Despite the fact that you tease her incessantly, she has you wrapped around her finger. You get your feelings hurt when she won't accept your hugs and affection.
You play a lot these days on your tablet or Jackson's computer; still, you spend a lot of time outside playing basketball or jumping on the trampoline with Bella.
We worked hard to make your birthday party this year special, and I hope you always remember your 10th.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.