Four

At 1:30 a.m. this morning my youngest will wake for a feed. (He's pretty predictable these days.)

At 1:30 a.m., 4 years ago, my water broke starting labor for my oldest. I was a week overdue, had PUPP rash (which is awful) and the heat was unbearable (similar to this summer). I was ready to meet this new little baby and find out what the sex of my first born would be.

It was an intense labor. I was already a 4 by the time my water broke. I progressed fast and without a break in between contractions. I counted to 100 for every contraction, at times missing a few numbers.

When it came time to push it was incredibly difficult. As a first time mom I didn't really know how to do it or what to feel. After 3 hours of INTENSE pain and pushing a baby arrived.

"What is it? What is it?", I yelled.

"It's a girl!" everyone said in unison.

"What's her name?" Ellie said. "It's Eloise Caroline", I stated proudly.


Our tiny little 7lb 13oz girl has become a beautiful little 4 year old. She is full of life, helpful and extremely loving. She is gracious, sensitive, and has a zeal for life that is unmatchable. She talks a mile a minute and non-stop. She is eager to learn and soaks up all knowledge. She loves order (like her mama) and has to make sure that every task is complete and finished. And she makes sure that all cabinet and hallway doors are completely closed, there is no half way with this girl.


I am so blessed to be her mama. We thank God for the little first-born girl He gave to us. We look forward to many more years to come.