Someone said something to me the other day that kind of made me sad. She asked me a question about Leighanna and after I answered she said "I never really hear you talk about her".
I let it get to me. I already feel as if Leighanna gets the short end of the stick around here. I feel guiltier about that than you can imagine, but almost everything revolves around D these days... therefore... it revolves around Justin.
Why are you late? Justin was low and I had to take him to school.
Are you coming in tomorrow? No, Justin has a field trip.
You look tired. Yeah, Justin was running low all night and
I didn't get much sleep.
Justin has a Doctor's apointment this and numbers are all wonky that!
Bla Bla Bla... you get the point.
So tonight, I am going to tell you about our princess.
Leighanna was born two months premature. I had pre-eclampsia and we knew she was coming... we just held out as long as we could. I was in the hospital a few weeks before my body just couldn't hold out any longer.
Thanks to a few rounds of steroids in the rump... ouch! My first born arrived weighing 4lbs 3oz.
She spent her first days in the NICU only loosing 3oz. Problem was... she wasn't gaining it back and they didn't want to release her until she started gaining.
After about a week I started pushing for her to come home. She wasn't loosing any weight and I felt deep down that it was time.
Reluctanly the doctors agreed. I was able to take her home knowing that I would have to take her to the doctors office to check her weight every two days. I was warned... any weight loss would send her right back to the hospital. I agreed.
Two days later... at our first "weigh in"... Leighanna started gaining weight. My mother-in-law says its because of all the love she received at home.
She stayed tiny for a long time. This is at 2 months old... around the time she SHOULD have been born(that was a newborn dress).
Somewhere between 3 to 6 months... she became "chunka chunka".
But she was so darn cute at it...
A born "ham".
She is loving.
Full of spirit.
Full of heart.
She is growing up way to fast. I wish I knew where the time has gone. She is now 11, but she is still my princess.