Five years ago today, after being on bedrest for 3+ weeks, my water broke and this is what I ended up with:
She was, by far, the most painful birth (no drugs for preemies!), but also the easiest (dialating over 4 weeks? Piece of cake!). She was born 6 weeks early and had a week and a half stay in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (it really seemed a lot longer than that), but you would never be able to guess that today. She is in the top percentages for her height and already has feet the same size as her 18-month-older sister (might be even a little bigger than Susanna’s feet). She is a snazzy dresser. The more stripes, the better. She loves anything purple. To wear, to eat, whatever. Purple. And her current obsession is The Magic Schoolbus. Crazy about Ms. Frizzle, she is.
She reminds me of myself, in that she likes to have the last word and the last laugh. She is the first one to tease Daddy, saying “I looooove chocolate!!”. If you know Mark at all, he despises such things and will tickle her until she recants. She recants only to call off the tickling, but quickly reclaims her choco-love proudly. That’s my girl!
(And, for those with inquiring minds, her eyes ARE this blue.)
Lydia was born to be in charge. She is the child in our family most interested in giving orders (though her brother may closely rival her in the years to come). She is the one most interested in encouraging Luke to learn to use the potty. As I was walking down the hall just last week, I heard talking coming from the bathroom. Lydia was instructing Luke in the ways of the potty. “This is the flusher. You can only push it after you use the potty. NOT BEFORE! And don’t put so much toilet paper in there…” That’s when I intervened, derailing Lydia’s momentary plan for world-domination. It sounds exaggerated. But don’t be fooled…..
How I love that purply, take-charge girl! We had a rough beginning, but she is more than worth it!
Here’s to you on your birthday, Lydia! Happy birthday!!
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