Carrying Chloe
Finally posting Chloe's birth story!
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December 2014
What a whirlwind week it has been! I knew the week would end with a baby; I just couldn't picture the process. (Check out the birth story of my firstborn here.)
Because I had to have a c-section with my first at 38 weeks (due to placenta previa), it was always my plan to pursue an unmedicated VBAC with my second pregnancy. I found an extremely popular VBAC-friendly doctor (Dr. Damon Cobb) that I could trust 100% with my care knowing that he truly would be my advocate in the birthing experience.
This pregnancy was probably the more difficult of the two. When I was about 5 weeks along, I was actually bummed that I wasn't sick. If I wasn't going to look pregnant yet, I at least wanted to feel pregnant. Two weeks later, evening-sickness hit me hard! Beyond the normal nausea, I felt ill. My tummy would ache or my head would hurt. I was grumpy easily and would go to bed early to sleep it off. I actually lost weight too - which was super exciting since I hadn't lost any since 2 weeks post-partum with Cash (that's 1 1/2 years, people!).
*On one particularly special day, I went over to Amanda's house to watch "Frozen." She just knew I would love it (she was right) and wanted to spend time together. At this stage, she was in a lot of pain, was very sensitive to loud noises, and would speak very selectively. (You can read about her cancer diagnosis here.) When my mom went to another room, I whispered to Amanda that we were pregnant and she was so very happy for us. She would smile at me and rub my belly. I shared that I thought the baby was a girl.
The second trimester was physically blissful and emotionally draining. My appetite and energy returned. I felt like normal again. And this trimester also marked my sister's passing. After a trip to Arlington for Amanda's funeral and a visit to my in-laws in the south, I flew home solo with Cash and started feeling terrible! For over a month, I had terrible back pain, tummy aches, loss of appetite, nausea, etc. The only relief I could get was from hot baths. Sometimes I'd wake up at 2 or 4 am and draw a boiling lava-hot bath to feel something other than pain. The doctors didn't know what was wrong and I ended up transferring from Urgent Care to a hospital for fetal monitoring. They wanted to rule out any placenta issues. This was heavenly for me! I got to rest ALL ALONE for hours in a quiet little room with cable tv and air conditioning. I think I felt good for a few weeks after that, but had terrible achy pains the whole 3rd trimester. The last two months of pregnancy were incredibly painful. Rolling over in bed, walking to the bathroom or anywhere reduced me to a slow shuffle. I felt like a Grandma! I would have gladly been pregnant for 6 more months if I could have my legs back! I had plans to go to Disney and the zoo, etc. and had to forgo all of them. I did, however, squeeze in a little singing gig at Sea World with a choir of folks I'd never met. That was fun!
We (or should I say I) chose to keep baby's gender a surprise. What made me anxious was not wondering about the baby's gender, but wondering how this baby would be born. What would my journey to a VBAC look like? What would labor be like? I had two possible due dates, 12/12 and 12/18. I figured my window for birthing a baby would be the entire month of December. I was hoping for 12/20 because our events company didn't have anything scheduled. It was logical for baby to come during our Christmas break when I could take time off and no one would notice...because babies arrivals are always logical, right? Ha!
My due dates came and went. Four girlfriends were due after me and all "dropped like flies." Those four lovely mamas birthed four beautiful babies and all had successful vaginal births (one of them even had a VBA3C!). My heart was envious. My mini-Christmas tree, decorative garland, and baby's first Christmas onesie were all packed and ready to go to the hospital. My hips ached so badly and I just wanted my body back. I wanted to feel normal again. We enjoyed a long, but very slow walk around Sea World on Christmas Eve with some dear friends. Cash LOVED it, though I'm pretty sure Jt was secretly embarrassed at my Grandma-shuffle. I'd go to bed every night wondering if I'd wake up in the wee hours and go into labor. I'd wake up every morning bummed and wondering what I should clean next. I was even outgrowing my maternity clothes!
On Monday, December 29th, I had an appointment with my doctor to see how my body was progressing. If possible, we would attempt for a 2nd time to do a natural induction with a membrane sweep. (I chose to get cervical checks only after 41 weeks because dilation doesn't always mean that labor is impending.) I was disappointed when the doctor said my cervix was high and completely closed. Since I was just a few days away from the 42 week "deadline" (based on my later due date), I had to decide if I wanted to try a high-dosage of Pitocin to induce labor or reschedule a c-section. This was hard to hear because everything was fine. The baby was healthy as was I. It was simply a matter of timing. Desperate to try everything I could, I scheduled an appointment with an acupuncturist (Jamie Boyd).
My appointment with Jamie was wonderful. The ambience of soothing music, warm heater and cozy blanket was incredibly relaxing while she prodded me with needles. The next day, December 30th, I was to call Dr. Cobb's office to schedule my c-section. Around 5pm, I was laying on the bed procrastinating from making THE call. My inner dialogue debated just hiding out until baby came and not scheduling the c/s, but I trusted my doctor implicitly and wouldn't dare be foolish in case. No sooner had I decided to pick up the phone than I felt something. Could this be it? Did my water really break? I scheduled an appointment to see my doc first thing in the morning and went straight to the acupuncturist for one last attempt to get labor going. My water leaked all night long! It was a strange sensation, but I was thrilled. Surely, we had some progress!
New Year's Eve, December 31st. Jt accompanied me to my doctor appointment. The doc wanted to run a test to see if it really was amniotic fluid that was leaking and to check the progress of my cervix. If I was the teeniest bit dilated, we could still the membrane sweep if we needed to. Up to this point, my braxton hicks had stopped. I wasn't contracting at all. Dr. Cobb confirmed that my water was, in fact, leaking. Then, my delivery hopes crashed and burned. I wasn't dilated AT ALL. NOTHING was happening. It felt like my body was broken. Since my water had been leaking since 5pm the day prior, I had a choice to make. I could rush to the hospital NOW for a c/s or I could choose to wait a few more hours and see if my body would start labor. Tears streamed down my face as I felt my heart break. I was happy that my baby was healthy, don't misunderstand me. I didn't take that for granted, but I was beyond disappointed. I did not get the opportunity to labor with my first nor feel a single labor contraction, and even though I had the most incredibly supportive VBAC doctor, my body wasn't going to do this today...or EVER?? By now, it was past lunchtime and we hadn't eaten anything. Now that I was facing a possible c/s in a few hours, I was at least given the go-ahead to grab a smoothie. At Jamba Juice, eyes still puffy from crying, the girls behind the counter made small talk and it was strange to hear myself say, "I'm meeting my baby in a few hours."
We rushed back home to grab our hospital bags and make arrangements with my Mom and dear friend, Katie, to take care of Cash. Sadness and anxiety washed over me at the thought of leaving my two year old overnight for the first time ever. I hugged him tightly, we said our goodbyes, and drove 30 minutes to the hospital. My little sister was a brand new doula who sought advice from her circle of peers and met us there armed with her tips and tricks. What a ridiculous sight we were!! I was hooked up to monitors and given antibiotics for GBS (an extremely common condition among pregnant women) and bounced on a birthing ball to open my hips while using a breast pump to try to stimulate contractions and at the same time my sister was using a wrap and contorting my limbs in various positions to move baby around so that I could have the best shot at starting labor. At this stage, we had only two hours until we hit the 24 hour deadline (any longer and I'd be at risk for an infection that could be harmful to the baby). I decided against the Pitocin because of my own doctor's leeriness considering that I was a VBAC and I'd need a high dose since my body wasn't entertaining the notion of labor in the least. Knowing that I'd love to have a big family, the risk of uterine rupture dictated my choice to consent to the c/s by my deadline. Dr. Cobb checked me one last time though I'm sure he knew what I didn't want to believe. None of it worked. Not a single contraction. Not a single braxton hicks. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. We called my mom to tell her to come on over and the doctor prepped for surgery. We waited until she arrived before they rolled me to the OR.
The OR was very similar to my c/s with Cash only this time it felt even more "homey." This hospital was smaller and I almost felt like I was in a living room...a cold, very bright, sterile living room with warm people. My anesthesiologist was a rough-around-the-edges comedian who took the edge off literally and figuratively! I remember feeling self-conscious that I was a hot, stinky mess. Very quickly, it was time for my spinal. It's a humbling experience to be pregnant and puffy, and have your backside exposed while someone prods you with painful needles (that thank goodness I haven't ever seen). The doctor was a comfort as I leaned forward and he held my shoulders while the spinal was put in. Tears fell down my cheeks. It wasn't long before the spinal kicked in and I felt relaxed. Music was playing and I don't recall what I requested, but I did regret not knowing what I wanted played. The c-section began and my doctor took his time carefully making his way to the baby. I found out later that I had some pretty bad scar tissue from my first c/s. What a comfort to know I didn't take an unnecessary risk with the Pitocin. What if I had ruptured? It would have taken them even longer to get to the baby because of that tissue. What if?? Finally the moment we had been waiting for 10 months was here. As they pulled the baby out, the doctors held it up so Jt could announce the mystery gender. "It's...a boy!" "Look again," they said. "It's a girl!!" "Wait. What is it really?" I asked very confused. "It's a girl!" (Babies and their parts are quite swollen after birth, and what Jt thought were boy parts in fact were not!) I was in disbelief at getting a girl to dress up and now the pressure was on to come up with a name! I had convinced myself the past few months that we were having a boy.
After getting stitched back up, they rolled me back to my room where Jt was with our baby girl. Now, we had to hurry up and name her before we brought my mom and sister back. Chloe was a definite, but what do we do for a middle name? It would be nice to honor Amanda, but the only other name I could come up with my entire pregnancy was Bray, my mother-in-law's maiden name. Both options had already been done by brothers on each side, so it was simply a matter of choosing...and for an indecisive woman such as myself, it was a difficult process!
With joy, we introduced our baby girl on New Year's Eve at 5:52pm. She was 8 lbs. 13oz., and 20 3/4 inches long. She nursed like a champ right away and I was in awe that I had my very own little doll baby. It was so important to me that Cash be able to come meet her right away and he was so sweet with her! It still made me so sad to see him go back with Grandma, but he had fun cuddling with her and playing with her iPad while we were away.
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It was neat to read some of the questions that stirred my heart just before she was born and how God has answered them.
What if we don't bond? We most certainly did!
How can I possibly love another baby like I love Cash? It's a great mystery of life, but I love both of them. My heart expands as my arms grow fuller with babies to love.
Will I love one more than the other? No, but one might act more likable at times.
Will Cash flip out when he realizes this baby is never going to leave? Thank you, Lord, no. He loves his sister, but he doesn't like her to play with his toys. "Can you put Chloe in her bed?" he asks very exasperated...every day.
What will labor feel like? Like a c-section, ha!
Will I be physically strong or weak? My body said n/a.
Will I be mentally strong or weak? Strong.
Will I ever wear normal jeans again? Haha. Nope, but you might get close and you will discover faux leather maternity pants.
What kind of shoes should I buy this winter since I only have flip flops? You will get booties, furry boots, and faux Converse.
Will I struggle with baby blues again? No, thank you Jesus and placenta pills, but you will embark on a crazy journey.
Will I ever have time to learn how to sew or play guitar? Soon!
How am I going to manage a nursling and a toddler? You will cuddle both at times, use Netflix quite a bit, and rely on your baby carrier.
How am I going to manage/nurture a nursling, toddler, husband, home, kitchen, and business? You won't do anything very well, but you'll get by!
How am I going to make time for friendships and my relationship with God? You must prioritize and have a plan...and lots of playdates.
Will my house ever stay clean? Nope. It's just like brushing your teeth.
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About Chloe
When I hear her giggle, I can see sparkling diamonds and hear cats purring. It's THE cutest!
She LOVES to dance and sing already. Just the other day, the ABC song was playing and no joke, SHE SANG ALONG!
She says "hi dada," "go go go," "mum mum mum," "ca" for Cash, "ca-ckuh."
Sh
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And now here we are two years later. I never would've dreamed that Chloe's first months and years of life would be spent living in hotels and an RV. What a crazy ride! Literally! She has gone from almost bald to a full head of thick blonde hair this past year and her vocabulary is exploding. She speaks in very full sentences and is proving to be both very sweet and sassy. Oh my little sassafras. Just last week, she did not like me telling her no about something. She crossed her arms and pouted with the most dramatic poochie lip you've ever seen, "I don't like dat. I don't like Mommy." Oh boy. She IS SASS, but she she is so very sweet too. She wuvs Mommy, Daddy, and Cashy (her own nickname for her brother). Chloe and Cash are very sweet to each other and little girly is tough! She "Chloe-dogs" her brother by tackling him to the ground and she won't release her grip around his legs until he's down for the count. He's such a good sport about playing with her and taking care of her. She loves to eat, sing, and shake her booty (it pains me to write that, but she says that when she dances!). She gets so silly and loopy close to bed time. Anybody who meets her in the daytime knows she is extremely shy and cautious, but she lets loose at home and is a wild, funny little thing. It's been a joy to watch her learn and grow...and I just love styling her little blonde ponies every day. My prayer is that she would know and follow hard after God. That He would use her unique giftings to bless others. And that He'd help me be a godly mom that would have wisdom and grace in raising her with joy & perseverance to her full potential.
Happy 2nd Birthday, baby girl!
This pregnancy was probably the more difficult of the two. When I was about 5 weeks along, I was actually bummed that I wasn't sick. If I wasn't going to look pregnant yet, I at least wanted to feel pregnant. Two weeks later, evening-sickness hit me hard! Beyond the normal nausea, I felt ill. My tummy would ache or my head would hurt. I was grumpy easily and would go to bed early to sleep it off. I actually lost weight too - which was super exciting since I hadn't lost any since 2 weeks post-partum with Cash (that's 1 1/2 years, people!).
*On one particularly special day, I went over to Amanda's house to watch "Frozen." She just knew I would love it (she was right) and wanted to spend time together. At this stage, she was in a lot of pain, was very sensitive to loud noises, and would speak very selectively. (You can read about her cancer diagnosis here.) When my mom went to another room, I whispered to Amanda that we were pregnant and she was so very happy for us. She would smile at me and rub my belly. I shared that I thought the baby was a girl.
The second trimester was physically blissful and emotionally draining. My appetite and energy returned. I felt like normal again. And this trimester also marked my sister's passing. After a trip to Arlington for Amanda's funeral and a visit to my in-laws in the south, I flew home solo with Cash and started feeling terrible! For over a month, I had terrible back pain, tummy aches, loss of appetite, nausea, etc. The only relief I could get was from hot baths. Sometimes I'd wake up at 2 or 4 am and draw a boiling lava-hot bath to feel something other than pain. The doctors didn't know what was wrong and I ended up transferring from Urgent Care to a hospital for fetal monitoring. They wanted to rule out any placenta issues. This was heavenly for me! I got to rest ALL ALONE for hours in a quiet little room with cable tv and air conditioning. I think I felt good for a few weeks after that, but had terrible achy pains the whole 3rd trimester. The last two months of pregnancy were incredibly painful. Rolling over in bed, walking to the bathroom or anywhere reduced me to a slow shuffle. I felt like a Grandma! I would have gladly been pregnant for 6 more months if I could have my legs back! I had plans to go to Disney and the zoo, etc. and had to forgo all of them. I did, however, squeeze in a little singing gig at Sea World with a choir of folks I'd never met. That was fun!
We (or should I say I) chose to keep baby's gender a surprise. What made me anxious was not wondering about the baby's gender, but wondering how this baby would be born. What would my journey to a VBAC look like? What would labor be like? I had two possible due dates, 12/12 and 12/18. I figured my window for birthing a baby would be the entire month of December. I was hoping for 12/20 because our events company didn't have anything scheduled. It was logical for baby to come during our Christmas break when I could take time off and no one would notice...because babies arrivals are always logical, right? Ha!
My due dates came and went. Four girlfriends were due after me and all "dropped like flies." Those four lovely mamas birthed four beautiful babies and all had successful vaginal births (one of them even had a VBA3C!). My heart was envious. My mini-Christmas tree, decorative garland, and baby's first Christmas onesie were all packed and ready to go to the hospital. My hips ached so badly and I just wanted my body back. I wanted to feel normal again. We enjoyed a long, but very slow walk around Sea World on Christmas Eve with some dear friends. Cash LOVED it, though I'm pretty sure Jt was secretly embarrassed at my Grandma-shuffle. I'd go to bed every night wondering if I'd wake up in the wee hours and go into labor. I'd wake up every morning bummed and wondering what I should clean next. I was even outgrowing my maternity clothes!
On Monday, December 29th, I had an appointment with my doctor to see how my body was progressing. If possible, we would attempt for a 2nd time to do a natural induction with a membrane sweep. (I chose to get cervical checks only after 41 weeks because dilation doesn't always mean that labor is impending.) I was disappointed when the doctor said my cervix was high and completely closed. Since I was just a few days away from the 42 week "deadline" (based on my later due date), I had to decide if I wanted to try a high-dosage of Pitocin to induce labor or reschedule a c-section. This was hard to hear because everything was fine. The baby was healthy as was I. It was simply a matter of timing. Desperate to try everything I could, I scheduled an appointment with an acupuncturist (Jamie Boyd).
My appointment with Jamie was wonderful. The ambience of soothing music, warm heater and cozy blanket was incredibly relaxing while she prodded me with needles. The next day, December 30th, I was to call Dr. Cobb's office to schedule my c-section. Around 5pm, I was laying on the bed procrastinating from making THE call. My inner dialogue debated just hiding out until baby came and not scheduling the c/s, but I trusted my doctor implicitly and wouldn't dare be foolish in case. No sooner had I decided to pick up the phone than I felt something. Could this be it? Did my water really break? I scheduled an appointment to see my doc first thing in the morning and went straight to the acupuncturist for one last attempt to get labor going. My water leaked all night long! It was a strange sensation, but I was thrilled. Surely, we had some progress!
New Year's Eve, December 31st. Jt accompanied me to my doctor appointment. The doc wanted to run a test to see if it really was amniotic fluid that was leaking and to check the progress of my cervix. If I was the teeniest bit dilated, we could still the membrane sweep if we needed to. Up to this point, my braxton hicks had stopped. I wasn't contracting at all. Dr. Cobb confirmed that my water was, in fact, leaking. Then, my delivery hopes crashed and burned. I wasn't dilated AT ALL. NOTHING was happening. It felt like my body was broken. Since my water had been leaking since 5pm the day prior, I had a choice to make. I could rush to the hospital NOW for a c/s or I could choose to wait a few more hours and see if my body would start labor. Tears streamed down my face as I felt my heart break. I was happy that my baby was healthy, don't misunderstand me. I didn't take that for granted, but I was beyond disappointed. I did not get the opportunity to labor with my first nor feel a single labor contraction, and even though I had the most incredibly supportive VBAC doctor, my body wasn't going to do this today...or EVER?? By now, it was past lunchtime and we hadn't eaten anything. Now that I was facing a possible c/s in a few hours, I was at least given the go-ahead to grab a smoothie. At Jamba Juice, eyes still puffy from crying, the girls behind the counter made small talk and it was strange to hear myself say, "I'm meeting my baby in a few hours."
We rushed back home to grab our hospital bags and make arrangements with my Mom and dear friend, Katie, to take care of Cash. Sadness and anxiety washed over me at the thought of leaving my two year old overnight for the first time ever. I hugged him tightly, we said our goodbyes, and drove 30 minutes to the hospital. My little sister was a brand new doula who sought advice from her circle of peers and met us there armed with her tips and tricks. What a ridiculous sight we were!! I was hooked up to monitors and given antibiotics for GBS (an extremely common condition among pregnant women) and bounced on a birthing ball to open my hips while using a breast pump to try to stimulate contractions and at the same time my sister was using a wrap and contorting my limbs in various positions to move baby around so that I could have the best shot at starting labor. At this stage, we had only two hours until we hit the 24 hour deadline (any longer and I'd be at risk for an infection that could be harmful to the baby). I decided against the Pitocin because of my own doctor's leeriness considering that I was a VBAC and I'd need a high dose since my body wasn't entertaining the notion of labor in the least. Knowing that I'd love to have a big family, the risk of uterine rupture dictated my choice to consent to the c/s by my deadline. Dr. Cobb checked me one last time though I'm sure he knew what I didn't want to believe. None of it worked. Not a single contraction. Not a single braxton hicks. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. We called my mom to tell her to come on over and the doctor prepped for surgery. We waited until she arrived before they rolled me to the OR.
The OR was very similar to my c/s with Cash only this time it felt even more "homey." This hospital was smaller and I almost felt like I was in a living room...a cold, very bright, sterile living room with warm people. My anesthesiologist was a rough-around-the-edges comedian who took the edge off literally and figuratively! I remember feeling self-conscious that I was a hot, stinky mess. Very quickly, it was time for my spinal. It's a humbling experience to be pregnant and puffy, and have your backside exposed while someone prods you with painful needles (that thank goodness I haven't ever seen). The doctor was a comfort as I leaned forward and he held my shoulders while the spinal was put in. Tears fell down my cheeks. It wasn't long before the spinal kicked in and I felt relaxed. Music was playing and I don't recall what I requested, but I did regret not knowing what I wanted played. The c-section began and my doctor took his time carefully making his way to the baby. I found out later that I had some pretty bad scar tissue from my first c/s. What a comfort to know I didn't take an unnecessary risk with the Pitocin. What if I had ruptured? It would have taken them even longer to get to the baby because of that tissue. What if?? Finally the moment we had been waiting for 10 months was here. As they pulled the baby out, the doctors held it up so Jt could announce the mystery gender. "It's...a boy!" "Look again," they said. "It's a girl!!" "Wait. What is it really?" I asked very confused. "It's a girl!" (Babies and their parts are quite swollen after birth, and what Jt thought were boy parts in fact were not!) I was in disbelief at getting a girl to dress up and now the pressure was on to come up with a name! I had convinced myself the past few months that we were having a boy.
After getting stitched back up, they rolled me back to my room where Jt was with our baby girl. Now, we had to hurry up and name her before we brought my mom and sister back. Chloe was a definite, but what do we do for a middle name? It would be nice to honor Amanda, but the only other name I could come up with my entire pregnancy was Bray, my mother-in-law's maiden name. Both options had already been done by brothers on each side, so it was simply a matter of choosing...and for an indecisive woman such as myself, it was a difficult process!
With joy, we introduced our baby girl on New Year's Eve at 5:52pm. She was 8 lbs. 13oz., and 20 3/4 inches long. She nursed like a champ right away and I was in awe that I had my very own little doll baby. It was so important to me that Cash be able to come meet her right away and he was so sweet with her! It still made me so sad to see him go back with Grandma, but he had fun cuddling with her and playing with her iPad while we were away.
------
It was neat to read some of the questions that stirred my heart just before she was born and how God has answered them.
What if we don't bond? We most certainly did!
How can I possibly love another baby like I love Cash? It's a great mystery of life, but I love both of them. My heart expands as my arms grow fuller with babies to love.
Will I love one more than the other? No, but one might act more likable at times.
Will Cash flip out when he realizes this baby is never going to leave? Thank you, Lord, no. He loves his sister, but he doesn't like her to play with his toys. "Can you put Chloe in her bed?" he asks very exasperated...every day.
What will labor feel like? Like a c-section, ha!
Will I be physically strong or weak? My body said n/a.
Will I be mentally strong or weak? Strong.
Will I ever wear normal jeans again? Haha. Nope, but you might get close and you will discover faux leather maternity pants.
What kind of shoes should I buy this winter since I only have flip flops? You will get booties, furry boots, and faux Converse.
Will I struggle with baby blues again? No, thank you Jesus and placenta pills, but you will embark on a crazy journey.
Will I ever have time to learn how to sew or play guitar? Soon!
How am I going to manage a nursling and a toddler? You will cuddle both at times, use Netflix quite a bit, and rely on your baby carrier.
How am I going to manage/nurture a nursling, toddler, husband, home, kitchen, and business? You won't do anything very well, but you'll get by!
How am I going to make time for friendships and my relationship with God? You must prioritize and have a plan...and lots of playdates.
Will my house ever stay clean? Nope. It's just like brushing your teeth.
-----
About Chloe
When I hear her giggle, I can see sparkling diamonds and hear cats purring. It's THE cutest!
She LOVES to dance and sing already. Just the other day, the ABC song was playing and no joke, SHE SANG ALONG!
She says "hi dada," "go go go," "mum mum mum," "ca" for Cash, "ca-ckuh."
Sh
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And now here we are two years later. I never would've dreamed that Chloe's first months and years of life would be spent living in hotels and an RV. What a crazy ride! Literally! She has gone from almost bald to a full head of thick blonde hair this past year and her vocabulary is exploding. She speaks in very full sentences and is proving to be both very sweet and sassy. Oh my little sassafras. Just last week, she did not like me telling her no about something. She crossed her arms and pouted with the most dramatic poochie lip you've ever seen, "I don't like dat. I don't like Mommy." Oh boy. She IS SASS, but she she is so very sweet too. She wuvs Mommy, Daddy, and Cashy (her own nickname for her brother). Chloe and Cash are very sweet to each other and little girly is tough! She "Chloe-dogs" her brother by tackling him to the ground and she won't release her grip around his legs until he's down for the count. He's such a good sport about playing with her and taking care of her. She loves to eat, sing, and shake her booty (it pains me to write that, but she says that when she dances!). She gets so silly and loopy close to bed time. Anybody who meets her in the daytime knows she is extremely shy and cautious, but she lets loose at home and is a wild, funny little thing. It's been a joy to watch her learn and grow...and I just love styling her little blonde ponies every day. My prayer is that she would know and follow hard after God. That He would use her unique giftings to bless others. And that He'd help me be a godly mom that would have wisdom and grace in raising her with joy & perseverance to her full potential.
Happy 2nd Birthday, baby girl!
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