I previously posted my love for Avery and how I had several losses before his birth. That being said when he was about 9 months old I was feeling awfully tired and sick...a lot! Having believed the old wives tale that you cannot get pregnant while nursing I was quite shocked to discover I was indeed pregnant. When we went to our first doctor appointment to see how far along I was (no period to guide us) I just about fell off the table when the ultrasound showed a baby...yes a baby...not a deformed peanut...an actual little person! How did she get there? When did this happen? I was so completely exhausted with 1 child this had to be another son of god! I do not, repeat do not, remember having the energy for anything that could have led to this.
Here I was 20 years old, pregnant, and completely scared to death. Avery was an easy baby so that did calm my nerves...but 2?!? I think this is why God chose this path for me. Being younger I believed I knew everything and I started to believe raising 2 kids under 2 would be a breeze...needless to say youth is wasted on the young...
Fast forward 5 more months and there I lay on my couch waiting to fall asleep but filled with excitement for my scheduled c-section in the morning. As I watched some trashy tv show I felt a weird feeling in my stomach...and then my back...and then I realized I WAS IN LABOR! WTH?!?!?! David did not believe me at first and then finally decided to rush me to the hospital when I started lying on the floor wailing in pain. We all know I am a hypochondriac but when your wife is 10 months pregnant and clutching the couch like a bull ride gone wild I think hesitation is best left to the wayside.
When we get to the hospital they too agree I am in labor and tell me I went from 0 dilation in my doctor appt earlier in the day to 4 cm now. Because of my previous c-section and what not they decide to stop my labor so until they can get an O.R. ready. This was wonderful, no, not at all. I was allergic to the medicine and went into convulsions while still experiencing labor...awesome. I was then rushed into an O.R. where I laid naked while they prepped me. Now for my first c-section my doctor was out of town and another doctor stepped in and apparently he left his signature on my body because as I lay, naked mind you, on that table the medical team commented on my having a Dr. Gordon bikini c-section scar...nice. Do they not realize that besides one time in college laying naked on a table is not my M.O.? I do also have to add here that when we later watched the video of Syd's amazing birth we discovered that while I was naked on a table having people discuss my bikini line incision my husband was outside in scrubs making faces and some sort of cone head people tribute on our camera...classy.
After a short surgery a beautiful baby girl was born. 7lbs 15oz and perfect. She nursed easy. She barely cried and she was the apple of Avery's eye. She had come as a huge surprise and on her own damn time but she was perfect.
I have always felt a child's personality can be traced back to their birth. Avery's birth was long and complicated like Avery if you ask him to do something...anything! Sydney came when she wanted to, some might say punctual, and after a bit of a fight with me. She also came when I was prepared and knocked me on my ass...this continues to today. There are many days with her where I still feel naked on a table with people commenting on me. I don't know how many people will admit they wish they had the chutzpah of their child but I will. That girls has balls.
Sydney is the most hard working, punctual, determined, ornery, loving, kind, and dedicated child. She surprises me every day with her abilities. She is also strong minded and will go up against me in a heart beat...she is actually one of the only people to go toe to toe with me in our family. She will also defend her siblings to the end. Never cross a loved one of hers. I pity the first boy to break her heart.
Nine years ago I never imagined I would have 3 more kids after Syd but I wouldn't be the mother to them that I am if I didn't have her. She makes me want to be a better version of myself. If I had, had half of her talents and determination as a child I would have gone far...but I suppose in the end I have...Thank you Miss Sydney Taylor for letting me be your Mom and all the glory that entails...
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