Common Mom

Dear Keira 

I can’t believe that 5 years ago today, you were born, right on your due date. Even though I’d scheduled a c-section for the day after your due date, you had plans of your own. While we were walking through the zoo with G’ma and G’pa, enjoying the beautiful Christmas lights, you decided it was time to make your entrance. You started slowly, about 10 minutes apart. By the time Big Brother was taking his ride on the carousel, me and another mother-to-be were enjoying contractions together - 5 minutes apart! I guess the hills at the zoo really do help! About 30 minutes later, when we finally made it to the gorillas, you were really ready to join the family. Contractions were 3 minutes apart. We decided it was time to take G’ma and G’pa and Big Brother home and head to the hospital. By the time we got there, contractions were around 2 minutes apart. However, you had plans of your own AGAIN and you would not come join us. So, after Dad and I hung out in the hospital room for 3 hours watching the Packers (yes, epidural was definitely working for me), we headed in for another c-section, this one much less eventful than the one I had with your Big Brother - and I thank you for that

Here you are Boo!!!

 

They gave all of the babies born the week of Christmas a huge stocking . . . so we thought we’d have a little fun with it You were, afterall, a wonderful Christmas present!

Your wonderful Daddy wrote this as an “E-mail Announcement” - your Dad’s a pretty clever guy

Twas three days before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the stork soon would be there.

Jason was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Buzz Lightyear danced in his head;
Jodie in her kerchief and Dan in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

When across the bed there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Around the bed I flew like a flash,
Tore open the covers and began to dash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a stork delivering ten tiny toes.
Weighing 8 pounds 1 ounce so lively and dear
I knew in a moment it must be our Keira.

More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she cried and shouted, and called them by name‑
“Now, Mom! Now, Dad! Now, Grandmas and Grandpas!
On, Taunya! On, Jason! On, Aunts and Uncles!”

“To the top of your feet! To the top of the wall!
Now Milk! Now Sleep! Come one and all!”

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from above
The prancing and crawling of our little love.

 

As I drew my head and was turning around,

In the door came Keira with a bound.
She was all bundled up from her head to her toe,

And from under all the layers you can hear a Ho Ho Ho. 

Her eyes – how they twinkled!
Her face how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!

Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the hair on her head was as light as the snow!

She had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when she cried like a bowl full of jelly.

She was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I cried when I saw her, in spite of myself.

A wink of her eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but was a perfect little girl,
Drinking milk and taking in the world.

And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, home from the hospital she rode. 

He sprang to her SUV, to her team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the dawn of a thistle.

But I heard her exclaim as she rode out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Big Brother loved you right away and is a great big brother. He was so very interested in you at the hospital. And he was very careful not to touch your eyes - Ms. Kathie had taught him at daycare how important it was to be very gentle with you and not touch your eyes. Big Brother is the one who gave you the nickname Boo. He said that since I call him Buddy all the time, you needed a name that wasn’t your real name. So he chose Baby Boo. You both bonded right away when we brought you home. He couldn’t get enough of you. Apparently, all the excitement wore both of you out, so that not even Christmas Eve and presents could keep you guys awake!

This photo was actually published in Parents magazine

From day 1, I knew that you were Noisy Grandma’s ”hope come true” for me - you know “I hope you have a child JUST LIKE YOU!” Well, it certainly happened . . . you are strong-willed, smart, goofy, sweet, and cuddly. You even look exactly like me - you are definitely my little mini-me. Don’t believe me? Take a look at this . . .

 

That’s you at 9 months and me at 7 months.

I can’t believe my little Boo is 5! 5 I say! My BABY is 5 years old! It’s just kind of weird. You’re such a wonderful little girl and I can’t wait to see you grow the next 5 years.

Happy Birthday Boo!

I LOVE YOU!

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