Update to where we left off: If you read my last post please include Papaw Kelley, Granny, Aunt Emily and Uncle Evan (I was cheating and letting Facebook remind me and they aren’t on there) I know they were there for a performance and I thought I had included them, so now I have! Actually I bet that list could have been 100 people or more, but who is counting.
Anyways!! I am about to give birth to my second girl. Opening up an entirely new meaning to hubby being out numbered! At first it was Mamaw, Granny, Meemaw, Bethany, Nancy, Darion and myself that Eric had to deal with and now we are adding yet another female, to his world and this one would be the female of all females!!!
Chapter Two: Ashby is born! Or Ash Bae Bae, Ash, Mae, Mini Virgie, or Bulldozer pick one they have all been one of her nicknames at one point or another. I always said, “I don’t want my kids to have nicknames I want people to call them by their name.”
That did me a great deal of good, NOT! All of my kids have had nicknames, but Ashby for some reason, she had more than most. I bet her friends could read this and add to the list, go ahead if you want, add them to the comments becasue I would love to hear them. Unless they are malicious and if you know anything about me you would know, I still have the word (perfect) in parentheses behind all of my kids first name and before their middle. Therefore, you would be wasting your time!!!
Back to Ashby. Her pregnancy was extremely rocky, due to un-diagnosed diabetes and an inaccurate test that stated, “Your baby is extremely mentally retarded or physically challenged due to a blood test we took. If you are considering termination of the pregnancy please contact our office for further testing to ensure this test is accurate.”
Wow! They sure know how to make a pregnancy be wonderful.Her pregnancy was traumatic, birth took two days, hometown pizza, a bag of starburst, medicine, friends, family and patient nurses.Her scream was in announcement style as to say (loudly), “I am here world! I know you have been waiting for me and you shall wait no longer…I am here!”
LOL! It really did always sound like that. After seventeen months of carrying this beautiful chunk of baby on my hip I was beginning to worry because she wouldn’t walk. The questions and concerns would race through my head, “Were they correct. Is she delayed physically?”
Not that it mattered I was happy no matter what, but the fear was real. FEAR–False Evidence Appearing Real is what I learned from Jack Cannefield. At this point in my life, I wish I would have known that statement it would have saved myself a great deal of grief. Because it wasn’t long before she stood up and walked, just like she had always been walking. We didn’t get to have the one step, two-step instead, she would stand, wobble, squat and fall, that was too unstable for her. Remember, after everything I had been through with her, I was neurotic so I called the pediatrician almost every week asking if this or that was okay about Ashby’s progress. So when I told them about her delayed walking they looked at her weight and said, “No, she is not delayed due to a problem she is too big.”
Oops! I think I just figured out why all of her grandparents gave her the nick name Bulldozer. So follow me on this one!!! Ashby is full of energy like a really bright star that is ecstatic to everyone she meets. Meemaw, Jon, Daddy, Mamaw, Papaw, Granny, Papaw Kelley and whoever else entered the side door that she was excited to see, she had eagle ears- they would perk up (just like her Siberian Husky does when he is visiting), she would place both little, dimpled, chubby hands on the ground. Only to quickly push her bottom in the air and both feet hit the floor at the same time. Hahahahhahah…it makes me laugh out loud to recall their faces when she started running!!! Because everyone, that Ashby loved, and entered our home, knew they were going to be greeted by a Bulldozer! Not a bad one, but a Bulldozer of hugs, kisses, and more love than you can imagine. However, due to her sill learning how to judge speed, when walking/to her it was always running, she would knock you down if you weren’t careful.
You know some days all of this feels like twenty-four hours ago and yet other times a lifetime. However, it was a hilarious memory. If you are down and feel lost…STOP, SITDOWN, INHALE, EXHALE, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REFLECT!
Search for a memory that brings you joy. Just like the Senior Year survey, I just completed. Before my accident, I would have not taken the time to fill that out. Afterwards, I could have literally written an entire blog or several, on funny memories. All of your memories help form who you are. Let’s begin with only happy, joyful, funfilled, exciting and loving memories because if you are human bad memories or mistakes are continually brought to your attention. Stop them from ruling your life, put them where they belong, an abyss of the past! I realize you learn from the past, but sometimes I think some people become stuck there, trying to fix it. Just walk away from it and reflect on something that makes you laugh. Like the nicknames given to your children and why. I am convinced, funny memories are healing!