There is a big milestone around the corner in my life. My youngest is graduating high school. It’s a big milestone for me, because she is my baby girl, the one I tried so hard for. See, she’s a miracle.
Right before my son turned four, I had to have surgery. The doctor found cysts on my ovaries. My husband, at the time, and I had tried a few times, and couldn’t figure out why we couldn’t get pregnant. The cysts were why. In March of 1998, I went under the knife for the first time. They removed my right ovary, and a third of my left ovary. I still had two-thirds of an ovary and my uterus. I could still get pregnant, if I wanted to continue to try. I called my doctor in June, and asked him if I could start trying to get pregnant, I knew I didn’t have much time to try, because the cysts could come back. The doctor said, we could definitely try, and if we needed to look at fertility options, we could.
So, we tried. In July of 1998, I got pregnant. I was overjoyed! I thought it would take forever with only two-thirds of an ovary. The doctor was just as surprised as I was. I didn’t tell him that I had made a deal with God and my Grandma, who had passed in 1995, that if I got pregnant and it was a girl, I would name her after my Grandma.
The pregnancy was rough, I had a lot of pain while the baby grew. The doctors and nurses all said it was just my muscles stretching. There were a couple of times, we thought my water broke early, both false alarms. Thank God!
April 1st, 1999, my best friend and I went to eat lunch at a wonderful little Mexican food place. She was going to come stay the night with me, but changed her mind. At 11:00 that night, I started having cramps, I thought it was food poisoning. It wasn’t. My daughter decided it was time to come into the world. I called my mom at 11:50 and told her I was in labor, she thought it was an April Fool’s joke.
At 5:29 am on April 2nd, my little miracle was born. She was perfect in every way, and even had dark hair like my Grandma. Her hair eventually turned blonde, like her dad’s. That little girl grew up into an amazing woman. She was drum major in the high school marching band this year. She was an award winner in FCCLA, this year. She is a brilliant actress, and artist. She is also in the Army National Guard and has been attending weekend drills for the last year.
To say that I am proud of her, is an understatement. To say that I am proud of my son, who is 23, and married to a beautiful young woman, is an understatement. I know I didn’t focus on him in this blog, because he was my first born, and will have a special one all his own.
I wish that I could be like the new mom’s out there, with the ability to share their children’s milestones through social media. I would have outdone them all with all the the proud moments of my son and daughter.
Friday is a special day. She graduates, and I have no more children to raise.
Friday is just the beginning for her, August she goes to basic, and AIT, then who knows what’s in store for her.
Hold your children close, because they tend to grow up way to fast.