Last Saturday my oldest daughter turned 8. ( I intended on posting this sooner, but the snow derailed my plans).
My pregnancy with her was not a smooth one. Around 12 weeks, they discovered a cyst on one of my ovaries that looked suspicious. They decided it needed to come out. So at 15 weeks pregnant, I had surgery to remove this cyst. By God's grace and mercy, it was not cancerous as some of my doctors had feared. They surgery was successful and I was back teaching in 4 days. That was the first hiccup.
The second came at 25 weeks. I went into preterm labor. They were able to stop it, but I had to go on medication, a home monitor and bed rest. Bed rest for 12 weeks. Ya. Fun, fun, fun. So, I had to quit my job as a first grade teacher to stay home and rest. The only time I was allowed up or out was for my weekly Dr.s visits. I have never been so happy to see my GYN (and have not been since). At 36 weeks, my Dr. took me off of the medication and predicted then that she would arrive in a week. 7 days later, at 10 PM, just as we were about to turn in for the night, my water broke. After racing to the hospital that was all of 5 minutes away, 12 hours later at 10:14 AM, we had our first born child. She was 6 lbs. 9 oz and 19 inches long. She had a mess of black hair and the cutest little squished up face you've ever seen. It was an exciting and scary time.
Now, a short 8 years later, we have a beautiful, young lady. She's gotten to that age where she doesn't quite look like a little girl anymore. Her face is maturing. She's got grownup teeth. She wants to do her own hair. She has her own style. She has an air of intelligence about her. She's very logical and loves to explain her logic in excruciating detail. She loves to explain everything in excruciating detail. She's a morning person. She's a talker though most adults outside our family may not know this. She's shy with adults but makes friends very easily with children. She is very social. She loves her friends but says her sisters are her best friends. She loves our cats. She is passionate about a lot of things. She makes it a point to try to eat healthy. She is very conscientious. She's the boss, or at least thinks she is. She's a little OCD. She likes things a certain way and that way ALL the time. She is organized. She loves to read. She loves school. She's a people pleaser. She's a good big sister, often encouraging her little sisters when they are scared or nervous or when they need a "good job." She's very loving. She likes to hug and snuggle. She loves the Lord. She's a good daughter.
We love her more than words and are very proud of our not so little girl.
The second came at 25 weeks. I went into preterm labor. They were able to stop it, but I had to go on medication, a home monitor and bed rest. Bed rest for 12 weeks. Ya. Fun, fun, fun. So, I had to quit my job as a first grade teacher to stay home and rest. The only time I was allowed up or out was for my weekly Dr.s visits. I have never been so happy to see my GYN (and have not been since). At 36 weeks, my Dr. took me off of the medication and predicted then that she would arrive in a week. 7 days later, at 10 PM, just as we were about to turn in for the night, my water broke. After racing to the hospital that was all of 5 minutes away, 12 hours later at 10:14 AM, we had our first born child. She was 6 lbs. 9 oz and 19 inches long. She had a mess of black hair and the cutest little squished up face you've ever seen. It was an exciting and scary time.
Now, a short 8 years later, we have a beautiful, young lady. She's gotten to that age where she doesn't quite look like a little girl anymore. Her face is maturing. She's got grownup teeth. She wants to do her own hair. She has her own style. She has an air of intelligence about her. She's very logical and loves to explain her logic in excruciating detail. She loves to explain everything in excruciating detail. She's a morning person. She's a talker though most adults outside our family may not know this. She's shy with adults but makes friends very easily with children. She is very social. She loves her friends but says her sisters are her best friends. She loves our cats. She is passionate about a lot of things. She makes it a point to try to eat healthy. She is very conscientious. She's the boss, or at least thinks she is. She's a little OCD. She likes things a certain way and that way ALL the time. She is organized. She loves to read. She loves school. She's a people pleaser. She's a good big sister, often encouraging her little sisters when they are scared or nervous or when they need a "good job." She's very loving. She likes to hug and snuggle. She loves the Lord. She's a good daughter.
We love her more than words and are very proud of our not so little girl.
Kristin wanted chocolate on chocolate for her birthday cake. We also got these really cool candles that had different color flames.
This is the group we took ice skating. They all seemed to have a good time. Kristin loved it, so I guess that's all that matters...and that no one came back with a serious head injury.
Great recap of pregnancy and your little/big girl's personality
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