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She lived to be 13....

 Oh Promise. My little blonde babe. 13 years ago today. Lets go back shall we...

 I could not eat past midnight. I had to have a planned Csection. Promise was almost a month late, considering she was DUE on December 19th. So January 12th they finally put me out of my misery and took her C section. Not only was she late, she was also breech. They had, for some odd reason thought my due date was off, and let me go miserably fat, and pregnant so long because of that.

 I had not found out what Promise would be before hand. Boy or girl, she was a surprise. When the doctor removed her from my belly I remember him saying to the nurse first off, that she was double footling breech... Both her feet were in my crotch and her head up in my ribs. Because I carried her SO differently I had always thought she was a boy. After the doctor announced her position he said "Well, looks like a girl!" in my drugged up, blood lost state, I remember thinking... He said it LOOKS like a girl... He didnt say IT WAS a girl.... LOL. I guess I had wanted a boy, since I already had a girl, but I would not go back and change it now if I was offered no way no how.

 So once they got her out, cut the cord and took her to be weighed, she was raising hell. Crying. This was lovely as my first, Destiny, did not cry and nurses rushed in and that was scary. I felt helpless strapped to the table, cut open like a fat whale... The nurses swaddled her up, and handed her to daddy... She was still crying, and he put her next to my face. I kissed her sweet little round head, and I said "hey baby girl" she stopped crying immediately. She knew who I was. I had loved her from the moment I knew she was in my belly... but love at first site was real, the moment I saw her, she was beautiful, perfect and I loved her.

 Promise was a wonderful baby. Besides not sleeping through the night. She was happy and bubbly. She'd sit in her swing or walker and just play. She loved her big sister and any time she'd spend with her. She was lazy though, never crawling only the "army crawl" She was hardly walking by her first birthday and would not talk, only GRUNT to get things she wanted (boy has she made up for the late talking by now!)

 Promise has always had a sassy little attitude that has grown right along with her. She's so cute and smart and sweet when she wants to be, it makes you forget her little tude issue. Promise is the dreaded middle child, even though I have four, Bailey being the only boy takes him out of the whole middle child syndrome. Promise has to share a room with a younger sibling, and deals with a lot. She is very mature for her age, admits when she is wrong and is a great friend and I would not trade her for the world (whoever traded me would trade back anyway lol)

 I think Promise will go far in life, she has goals and dreams and she is stubborn enough to keep trying until she gets exactly what she wants, she wont settle for any less. The last 13 years have been awesome and horrible and emotional and scary and Promise has put up with it all and has become the most amazing 13 year old I know!

 I love you baby girl, you blonde bubbly butt head. Keep chasing your dreams, reaching for the stars and insisting on the best, you deserve it.

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