My Grace – my daughter, my middle child, my Princess – is a miracle in her own right. Technically speaking, she’s not supposed to be here. If Ryley had come when he was supposed to, instead of 14 weeks early, then I wouldn’t have Grace. If my hormone levels hadn’t been “just right” instead of going back to wacked out (PCOS), I wouldn’t have Grace. When you hear about all the things that have to go right in order to get pregnant, it is amazing to me that anyone ever gets pregnant at all. When you add in factors like endometriosis, PCOS, high stress levels of dealing with a micro-preemie who had JUST come home from the hospital, nursing said preemie, and literally one (hmmmmmm……how do I say this?) “marital interaction” with my husband, there shouldn’t be a pregnancy? This is why I say God has a sense of humor. Ryley came home December 25, 2000. We conceived Grace on January 4th. Yep, it blew my mind too. I was terrified. I was horrified. This didn’t happen. This couldn’t happen. Our family gave my sister grief when she had her two daughters 19 months apart. How was I supposed to tell them that my second baby was due to arrive a mere 12 1/2 months after my son? God knew what He was doing. If I’d had time to really think about what we’d been through with Ryley, if I’d had time to consider all that might happen again, I might not have had anymore children.
I won’t bore you with the details….Suffice it to say, Grace was blessedly a full-term baby. She had to be forced out by induction at 41 weeks and 1 day. I went from 14 weeks early to 8 days late, all the course of a year. She came out with a pout on her face, literally. I have pictures of the pout. She was a relatively easy baby. She was extremely independent. She was not as cuddly as I was used to with Ryley. She did not want to be held all the time. But she definitely let you know when she wanted something. She had everything pink. Her closet looked like Pepto Bismol exploded in it….pink EVERYWHERE. And I lost part of my husband’s heart to her. I didn’t regret that one bit….I was and am a Daddy’s girl….I so wanted that for my hubby and daughter.
It was a blessing and also a challenge…..Two babies so close together. Now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. They are the best of friends. They have almost always had each other.
Funny, when we were pregnant with her, and found out we were having a girl, we already had the name Grace picked out. Michael was adamant he did not want ANYONE to call her Gracie. HAH!!! How can you have a Grace and not call her Gracie? At school, no one calls her Grace. All her papers, all her artwork, even her cubby, are labelled Gracie. The only time we call her Grace at home is when she’s in trouble and she gets the middle name along with it. Funny that.
Grace is NOT graceful. You’ve heard about all the black eyes, the broken arm, etc. This weekend alone she tripped during ballet (no damage done!), and then fell and hit her mouth on a bed, which resulted in yet another bruise and a fat lip. I’m praying she outgrows this clumsiness, and grows into her name. With her big blue eyes, little round face, and halo of curls (thank goodness her hair is growing back and still curly after Ryley attacked it TWICE with the scissors!), she lights up the room with her smile.
Grace is a miracle, she is my healing gift of a child.