We interrupt this 12 Days of Christmas for a very important Pickle Update.
15 Pounds, 2 Ounces ~ 27 Inches! Tall and Skinny! Her sisters were 17 and 18 pounds! Lolly is still the tallest.
Half a year has passed since THAT DAY when I gave birth to my third born. My third girl. I still remember those last few harrowing contractions when I didn’t push so that my cervix could open up that last little bit. I remember the feeling of her descending swiftly after that, in the next few contractions, and then suddenly she was mine.
The sisters at 6 Months. Baldies:
Her hair! The midwife’s face when she examined my placenta. Tweeting: 8 CM and then everything getting very serious after that. Jason was such a help. Blood on my toe. That baby not bedding down without being right on top of me. The nurses: I think she’s hungry. Me: DUH! Asking everyone I saw if she was tongue-tied…..
The look on the sister’s faces when they met her. It is an emotion that is so unique and special and I still tear up when I see the joy on their faces. Those weeks after with my new family and my Mom and Dad.
I remain awed by the swiftness of time passing. I just cannot believe that we are here already. 6 Months old. Last Christmas I remember thinking: I’ll have a little sitter next Christmas.
Pickle is quite something. I am not just saying that because I am her mother. In fact, often I feel like I am just her little transporter–taking her here and there on her little journey. Since we live in the public eye so to speak, I have this interaction with strangers between 1-5ish times a day:
Stranger (S): That baby!
Kage (K): It’s hard not to stare at her huh?
S: She’s such a doll
K: Yeah, people say that a lot.
S: That hair!
K: I know, right? If I didn’t know myself better, I would question her parentage
S: Your first?
K: No, my third, three girls.
S: Three girls! You look so young!
K: Well, I’m 33, my parts were working 10 years ago too.
S: She’s just so beautiful, she looks just like you
K: Thank you. I don’t see it because I was bald and then blonde, but maybe she looks like the adult me.
S: God Bless Her.
Seriously, it is the SAME conversation over and over and over again. The other phrase I keep hearing is: There is just SOMETHING about Pickle.
She is quite something. Phoebe was my talker and Lolly was a little bit more of a mover than Phoebz, but Pickle is all of it. She squawks, she moves, she will not under any circumstances cuddle (That’s a Lolly trait), she’s tiny and funny and just a lot of everything. Which of course, makes me fear the future!
She could not be more offended by food. I have tried to introduce her to solids and she scowls and then shudder-swallows it down with a grimace. It is to the point now where I just show her the spoon and she shudder-gags. Uh-oh.
She is still nursing around 4 in the morning. Sleep training her for that last leg has been so hard because we are all so tired and she is a relentless screamer…and now she can roll over IN the Magic Sleep Suit, so we are in a bit of a place.
She has magnet fingers—she can just grab ANYTHING and we have had several close calls when I am trying to eat a meal. She loves her sisters, especially #1 (don’t tell #2). She is all of our pride and joy. Like for realz.
As a reward for reading to the bottom, I share with you this very special video, that I have held dear for many months. I am finally willing to share. Grab a tissue…seriously grab a tissue.