The birth story.

Every year on his birthday, I pull Connor into my lap and tell him the story of when he was born. I don't remember when I started this tradition, but we've been doing it for quite a few years. He rolls his eyes, says things like "I know!", and even starts to tell part of the story for me sometimes.

And really his birthing story is quite good. It contains little gems like the fact that the waiting room in the emergency department was full of people who had been in a bar fight and not on the same side of that fight. Security had to step in a couple times and break things back up. It has my fist wheelchair ride...what's not to love about that? There is the part where I asked if I had a boy or a girl and the midwife flipped Connor through the air and stuck his nether regions toward me so I could see for myself. That, by the way, is Connor's favorite part of the story. There is the part where he was born in an hour and that was it. That is my favorite part of the story. See? There's some good stuff there.

Tomorrow is Sophia's 5th birthday, and I was thinking that it might be time to start her on the path of hilarity that is her birthing story, but as I thought about her birth I realized that her story is not really that funny...at least it won't be to her five year old mind.

Baby Sophia

Her story contains things like my doctor having a "family emergency" a week or two before Sophia was supposed to be born and me having to get a brand new physician. It contains words like vacuum...never a good sign in a birthing story. It has a misdiagnosis of dwarfism and the subsequent freak out wherein I read every article about raising a child with dwarfism during the hours after giving birth.

Today I can laugh about some of these crazy things...especially the dwarfism thing. I mean seriously, have you seen the girl? She'll be taller than me before long. But her story is really missing the fun that is an emergency room brawl.

Although Sophia's story isn't all that funny, it is full of really sweet moments. Like the one where my mom and sister walked through the hospital room door in Indiana when the whole night I had been calling my mom on her home phone in Kansas and she had been answering it. Tricksy girls. Very tricksy using that call forwarding magic. Or the moment when she was put back in the hospital because her jaundice had gotten terribly bad and both of her godfathers and my best friend came to see her and be with us in the hospital.

Grandmas make everything better.

My little jaundice girl getting her light therapy. 

Very sweet memories indeed. The sweetest moment with Sophia though happened long before she was born. She was probably a mere nine or ten weeks old in the womb and I was anxiously laying in the ultrasound room waiting to see how things were going. It was that moment when I saw that little heart beating and knew that my baby was still alive. Sophia is my rainbow baby. My bright moment after a storm of miscarriages. She still is that today. God could not have given me a happier, sweeter, more loving girl than my own sweet Sophia Jane. Sure...He's given me two more wonderful and adorable girls. But sweet and loving are not usually how I describe those two. Not yet, anyway.

Happy 5th birthday Sophia! 

And for now, I'll just embellish her birth story to make it more enjoyable for her. I'll tell her that her doctor was a princess...who got into a fight with another doctor princess. Right there in the delivery room. That ought to be enough to put a sparkle in those beautiful brown eyes.