Baby Girl, you are wanted. You are loved and you are adored. Your little life started out so rough and I give all of the glory to God that He rescued you out of that bad situation at just 6 1/2 months old. The moment you were carried into our lives through our front door, that lonely November night, your entire life changed. Your sad little face took a few weeks to show happiness, but the joy came quickly after that. You started to giggle and babble in your highchair right away, watching your siblings being so busy around you. After we bonded and attached, you clung to me for several months, not ever letting me go. You did not want to be left alone. You would fight sleep and try to stay awake, I have no idea what your fear was, but we held you close and eventually you would drift off to dreamland. We answered your every cry, running when you made just one peep. You were loved from the beginning and 17 months later you are still the center of our world. The whole house follows you around and watches your every move. You have our full attention and you know it! Telling you, “no” is hard and you definitely don’t like to hear it. You dance, you sing, you have favorite songs and rhymes. You play “patty cake” and “wheels on the bus,” and we all sing along with you. You are our daughter. You are our sister. You are our joy. Baby Girl you are loved!
foster daughter
This little hand…
This little hand belongs to the most precious little girl in the entire world. Well, at least we think so. She is our Baby Girl. She is smart and funny, too cute for her own good and very very sassy. She stomps her feet and slams doors. She eats anything you put on her tray. She likes the color “yellow” and calls all of the colors by that name. She loves to do “Color Wonder” and play with play dough. Her purse is a favorite toy and she recently filled it with items from all around the house. She likes to swing and to jump on the trampoline. She’d rather be outside than in and absolutely loves the pool. She likes to run and to climb and I often find her after she’s pulled a chair to the counter to climb up and get something that she wants. She pulls the outlet safety covers off of the outlets and totally gives me gray hairs. She scares me half to death constantly trying to undo her buckle to climb out of the grocery cart while I am shopping and is known to throw things out of the cart while she’s at it. She gives the best hugs and kisses and loves to hold hands. She is my girl, my Baby Girl.
Sharing a room
I just walked down the hall to get the laundry from baskets (who am I kidding, it was on the floor) and overheard the sweetest conversation between Middle Girl and Baby Girl. Middle Girl is 7 years old now and is the best big sister! She loves Baby Girl so much and is so excited to see her every morning and every day after school! The girls play well together and slowly, but surely Middle Girl is teaching Baby Girl about all things “girlie.” Baby Girl is 17 months old and still has not slept through the night completely, so she still sleeps in a crib in my room. Middle Girl; however is so anxious for the two of them to share a room.
Conversation Overheard:
Middle Girl- “When you are a big girl, like maybe three of four you’re going to come move in with me in my room.”
Baby Girl- “da, ba…boo… ba, da.”
Middle Girl- “We’ll put our beds next to each other and both of us will sleep in here together.”
Baby Gril- “ooo, ba, da, ba.”
My heart swelled with pride at Middle Girl’s willingness to share and then dread filled my heart… should I correct her? Should I tell her that there is a very real possibility that Baby Girl will not live here long enough to share a room with her? We’ve always told the big kids that this situation could be for just today or it could be for forever… I’ve made it clear many times, but kids just don’t think like that. They are sisters. They always will be, so for now I will let her tell Baby Girl all of her dreams about the future and about sharing a room.
A trip to the ER
Last night I took my very first trip to the ER with Baby Girl. She was unable to sleep last night and was fitful and crying and having trouble breathing. Finally, at 3 o’clock in the morning I decided it was time to go to the emergency room. With my husband being out of town, it made the decision a bit more complicated; however, I have some of the most amazing friends in the entire world and one of them was able to come stay with the big kids while I took Baby Girl to the hospital.
They saw us in the ER immediately! Baby Girl was given two breathing treatments, a steroid shot and they took x-rays of her lungs. That was the worst part by far! She had no idea why she had to be held still for them to be able to take the x-ray and screamed bloody murder the entire time. It was so hard to watch her look up at me with those eyes that said, “get me out of here !” Eventually, they got a good x-ray that showed she did not have pneumonia. Shortly after 6 o’clock in the morning we were cleared to go home. By that time Baby Girl was exhausted and so was I!
Baby Girl came to our home with breathing issues; however, this episode was the worst one yet, so we will be using a nebulizer from here on out to give her breathing treatments at home and hopefully avoid another trip to the ER!
Keeping Calm While Daddy is Gone 
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