Thirty years ago today, when the world was watching the royal wedding,
I was giving birth to my very own princess.
After the birth of my son three years before, I suffered two miscarriages.
I was thrilled to carry this pregnancy to term.
Finding out it was a girl was a bonus.
I went into labor on her due date.
She's been on time ever since.
I was in a room by myself when I really thought it was time to deliver.
Everyone had gone to lunch, including her dad and her doctor.
I had an IV and couldn't reach the bell to ring for a nurse.
(Things were different back then - not much technology.)
I didn't want to yell, so I politely kept asking "Is anyone there?"
When no one showed up, I took the tissue box and tried to hit the bell.
Nope, I missed it.
Finally the doctor walked in, eating an apple.
(Isn't it funny what I remember?)
I told him I thought it was time and he agreed.
My husband and I were convinced that this baby was also a boy.
We were very surprised when the doctor said those classic words -
It's a girl!
although maybe they don't do that any more since many couples know ahead of time.
I've always thought my two children were different due to gender,
but I've had friends tell me that all children are different.
All I know is my two were different.
My son would eat anything from an early age ~
even raw oysters that his grandma gave him.
My daughter wouldn't eat anything.
My son read everything, including the cereal box at breakfast.
My daughter seldom read anything.
(She reads a lot now, books like this.)
They had many of the same teachers in school.
(The princess didn't like that, often feeling the need to assure
tell teachers that she wasn't like her brother.)
He participated in sports.
She took dance and piano lessons and was a cheerleader.
She went to all of his games.
He rarely went to her recitals.
(How did he get out of going?)
They went to proms,
graduated from high school,
graduated from college,
and now work in the real world.
My princess has always followed her brother.
If you read my post on July 19th, then you know
that she followed with her birthday 10 days later.
When you have a daughter, you become friends with their friends' mothers.
When you have a daughter, you take pictures like this.
We started with prom pictures.
We have pictures at bridal showers.
We have pictures at weddings.
Now we take pictures at baby showers.
When you have a daughter, you take pictures like this.
We started with prom pictures.
We have pictures at bridal showers.
We have pictures at weddings.
Now we take pictures at baby showers.
Happy birthday, Cory!
4 comments:
Hi, I'm visiting from Coastal Charm and saw your post. Your mention of being Virginia born and raised caught my attention because my maternal grandmother was Virginia born and raised, and I have always had a fondness for your state. I enjoyed your post about your family even though some of the photos didn't show up on my computer no matter what I tried.
I did get to see the ones of your beautiful daughter Cory and would like to wish her "Happy Birthday"
Hugs,
Babs
What a great looking family. I raised one son and now I have four grandchildren. It was love at first sight when my first was born in 2001. Thanks for sharing your beautiful family and the story of the birth of your daughter. My son will be 32 this year and I had a similar experience at the hospital. Take care, Melody
Happy Birthday to your Cory! My youngest daughter just turned 29 this past Feb and my oldest girl is 32. Time does fly. I'm a new Grandma and also retired. I'm your newest follower.
hugs,
Linda
This was a cute post about how different your children were. I understand because my brother and I had different likes and dislikes as children. Maybe our differences were due to a six year age gap. I'm sure you are proud of such nice looking children. Happy birthday to your daughter!
Shannon
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