Then it was time. Time for Rondell to take me to the hospital, meet my mom and have a baby. I cried because I was scared, not knowing what to expect.
26 hours later, after a lot of pain, a successful epidural, the shakes, nausea, a fever, plenty of tears and then heading off to surgery, my baby was here. Her eyes were gray and she was so tiny.
I was tired and overwhelmed...completely overwhelmed. This little person belonged to me and I was responsible for her...me (and Rondell).
My mom stayed with us for a few days and I cried when she left. But then my friend Melanie came and she took good care of me, but I was still overwhelmed. This sweet baby girl belonged to me (and Rondell).
Jamison was a beautiful baby...getting more and more beautiful each day. She was so full of energy and just as sweet as she could be. We had rough spots with her frustration because of her speech delay, but overall she was a happy little girl. I can't believe she's 6 today.
My baby...MY baby. That is who she will always be.
I love this little girl more than words can ever express. She's thoughtful, creative, energetic, loving, intelligent and sweet. I cry today from the joy of realizing she's my responsibility. I am grateful that God blessed me (and Rondell) with such a wonderful daughter and I look forward to watching her grow.
Happy Birthday Jamison!