My boys are my world. Having boys is like having someone to protect you and look out for you all the time once they get grown. I remember going to the doctor because I needed to refill my birth control pills. I went through the regular questions and exams. So my doctor was like all I have to do is go downstairs and get my lab work done. And if my pregnancy test comes back negative, she will send my pills to the pharmacy for me to pick up. So I went downstairs to get my lab work done. Then I went to pick my boys up from my mom’s house, went home and was making dinner, when the phone rang. It was my doctor’s office. The nurse was like we need to make you an appointment to see the OBGYN. I don’t know what she said after that because I dropped the phone. Pregnant, no, no, no, this can’t be right. I’ve been on birth control pills. I finally snapped out of my fog and said are you sure I’m pregnant? She said yes, the blood work confirmed it. We talked for a few more minutes but I couldn’t tell you what we talked about because I was in a daze. How could this happen? Come to find out later after my first appointment, my body had become immune to the pills after taking them for year and a half and were not as affective.
So here we go again baby # 3. I should have known that this baby was going to be a girl because she was always moving, always hungry, and gave me the most problems. When I had my sonogram I was so sad because I found out that I was having a girl. I wanted another boy so bad. I was in denial up until the day that I had her.
Now don’t get me wrong, I was happy to be having her, but I had no name picked out for her. The day she was born was amazing. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I fell in love immediately. I was glad she was a girl. But the problem was everyone kept asking me what her name was. Her dad and I stayed up all night trying to come up with a name for her. Finally at 2am we had a name. I named her after my high school best friend.
My daughter is and was spoiled. She is the only grand-daughter on both sides. She was in to everything and she knew she could mess with her brothers and get away with it. She was so bad as a kid. But boy is she smart. She knew my phone number, her address, full name, and how to spell it before she went to Pre-K. She knew her colors, numbers, and alphabet. My daughter is now 16 and still super smart. She is in AP and Pre-AP classes.
The talks that we have are special. She truly is a girly girl, complete opposite of me. But we have an amazing bond. I know the sky is the limit for her. She is destined for greatness. I know in many ways I have failed her also. But she loves me despite my flaws and mistakes. She is the last one at home and I’m truly cherishing our time together before she leaves for college (in 2 yrs). I can’t imagine my life without her.
I’m her biggest cheerleader, pain in her butt, supporter, and prayer warrior. I’m truly thankful for her. My love for her is deep.
My joy will always and has always been my children. I know many people have questioned how have I failed my children. Well I couldn’t always provide like I wanted to. I wasn’t always there for them. I wish I could have spent more time with them. As a parent, we have all made mistakes. I’m not perfect and my kids understand that. I have done the best that I can. My kids are awesome and I can’t imagine my life without them.