It was just a normal day for me on July 5th.
Except maybe the fact I had purchased a pregnancy test for a friend to humor
her. She wanted to see if I was pregnant because I had been getting the
symptoms like she had when she became pregnant 3 months previous. Well it came
back positive at eleven fifty five pm. I about died when I found out because we
had been trying for five years. Well we had done it. This pregnancy was pretty
easy. I had no complications and had been told she was healthy.
When I was induced on March 3rd
at six am, I went through some pain, but none as bad as after the OBGYN doctor
broke my water. On a brighter note I only went through thirteen hours in labor.
At around six fifty eight pm, she arrived. I was so proud when I heard her cry
for the first time. “Cry! Cry!” I said before she cried. Then the doctor told
me it takes a couple seconds. So I waited and there it was.
What came next was the hardest two
years of my life. However it was the most rewarding. Having a daughter was the
best in the world. We named her Rebecca Elise Bach. Her first word was “dad” it
made my husband so proud. He is such a good father. He took care of her at
night when she wouldn’t go to sleep and early morning when I was still
sleeping. Now he will take care of her during the mornings and day until I get
home from school. Like I said, he’s a good daddy.
It was at about 7 or 8 months when
she slowly started to walk towards people and clinging onto furniture. Finally
at about 9 months, she was walking around like a champ. Teething was a
different story. She would drool, yuck! Also, she would cry all the time. It
was really hard on her and us. However, she finally has all her teeth in now.
When she started saying sentences,
we knew she was growing up to fast on us. It was like yesterday we just brought
her home and now she is saying sentences. It makes me want to cry. She said
things like “get up mommy!” and “daddy in the bathroom” sort of sentences. It
was amazing what would come out of her mouth. But I will never forget the day
she called me mommy for the first time. “I love you mommy” is what she said. It
just made me want to cry. Little things like that can just make my whole day
better.
Now a days she is coming to the bus
stop with daddy when I leave the school just to see me. It is amazing when the
people on the bus start commenting and awing. This little girl has brought joy
to my heart for 2 years now and I love it. Every now and again we have to put
her in a corner, which breaks my heart. Other than that she is the best thing
that has ever happened to me. Next in line is my family, just so I don’t break
any hearts.
Now the next thing I want to talk
about is the dislikes of me and my husband when it comes to this little cutie.
He hates poopie diapers, I hate vomit. So we both have something we won’t
clean. The only difference is that David will clean the poopie diapers every
once in a while. I refuse to clean up vomit, cause there will be one sicker
person in the house if I do. Grandma will clean a poopie diaper every now and
then, but she has become the human barf bag. Becka always goes to her when she
is sick for some reason.
Recently my dad and step mother got
a playhouse and slide for Becka. She absolutely adores the playhouse. It never
fails, every time she spots it. “House?” “House?” “House?” is all she will say.
It is so incredible cute! Sometimes we will go ahead and let her go out. But
when it’s too chilly or too hot out we will keep her inside.
We use to live in a two bedroom
apartment. It was all wood floors, a nice bathroom, the kitchen wasn’t bad
either. Becka stayed with us in our room in her bassinet for the first couple
months, then soon after she was using a crib. However, she stayed in the
bedroom with us. Now that we have moved out of that place, we have a three
bedroom on Eaton Street. It has a fenced in yard, even! We absolutely love the
new place and are glad my father found it.
pictures were taken by me or someone in my family. Then edited in microsoft word to look good for this essay.
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