My baby's SIX!

We waited a little less than 4 long years to have our 3rd child. I was basically waiting until I was OK with the fact that our 3rd child would more than likely be another boy. It took me 4 years to come to terms with that and decide that I just wanted a 3rd child. It didn't matter what the sex was. Or so I told myself over and over again. The truth is, deep down, I did care. I knew this would be our last child. I wanted a girl.



Don't misunderstand this as me being disappointed in the gender of my first two children. I was thrilled that my boys came first and were so close in age. But now I wanted a girl.



I wanted a girl so desperately that I went to the library and took out the book, How To Choose the Sex of Your Baby. I needed to know that if our 3rd and final child turned out to be another boy that I had done everything in my power to have that girl. Even to the tune of a hokey book's suggestions. That book became my bible. I took notes.



After 3 months of failed pregnancy tests Papa Smurf had to take a two week business trip (which took place right in the middle of my cycle) so we decided (without much choice) to take the 4th month off from trying. I must have ovulated really early or really late that month because that's the month I got pregnant. We did everything wrong. Everything the book said NOT to do to conceive a girl. I was actually disappointed when I found out I was pregnant because I just knew I had ruined my last chance to conceive a daughter.



I cried many happy tears at my ultrasound when I found out I was wrong. We were having a girl.



Our little beautiful Smurfette entered our world 6 years ago today.

We were on cloud nine for the first two weeks. She was a perfect baby. I remember telling family and friend visitors how content & happy she was. So quiet. Slept like a champ.

And then two weeks into her life we woke up to this ....

And it didn't stop for SIX. LONG. MONTHS. The worst 6 months of my life.

What have we done?

Please remind me again why I had to have a 3rd child so bad.

I begged her doctor over and over again for tests....Or drugs....if not for her then for me...

At 6 months of age a different doctor finally listened to me. I think it was the melt down I had in the office. I'm sure he thought I was suicidal. I came completely unglued right there in front of him. He gave her medicine.

And she smiled.

And I smiled.

And she slept through the night for the first time.

And I slept through the night for the first time.

And my precious little girl was born.

Smurfette 6 mos old

The following picture is Smurfette at every month up to a year. Yes, we did capture the occasional smile on film before that turning point but they were NOT easily won.

And she has been lighting up our house with her gorgeous smile ever since that glorious day.

She adds a calm and dainty sweetness to the overabundance of testosterone in our home.

She brings innocence and laughter....

And I get to buy girly clothes. And take her to ballet class. And put ribbons and bows in her hair.

This little girl came into our lives and completed our family.

My little baby girl is growing up fast. I wish I could stop time and bottle these days up.

"How many more sleeps till my birthday, Mama?"

I've heard that question every day for the last month.

It's finally here baby....you're SIX!

Happy birthday!