My little Hazel is 2 years old! I can't believe it.
My pregnancy with her was anything but fun. I wanted to appreciate every moment of my last one, but from the beginning it wasn't so. I had constant painful contractions the whole time and worried about her coming too early. I would say she was the most active but i think it was the fact that I had a cyst in my ovary that she was smashing every time she moved made me notice her every painful move(gross i know, it's gone now). I had kidney stones and no painkillers! That is love. I was anemic, had a headache every day and was uncomfortable in every way. Everything I tried to do was painful.
I was sure that I was going to be blessed with the best baby that slept all night and never cried because I was having a 4th child. That is a lot nowadays.
She came two weeks early and was my best labor(if there is such a thing) I delivered naturally, which was my goal, but broke my tailbone in the delivery. She was 6 lbs 1 oz 19 in. I brought home a baby that screamed constantly and never slept longer than an hour at a time without waking up screaming for a year! She had rsv, ear infections, acid reflux, and was always in the 7th percentile. She would scream in the car until she passed out and would not let anything be easy. Four kids, no sleep and Ric no where to be found, let me tell you, I was on the brink of insanity. but then she would smile through the tears and it was all worth it.
She is still so little, but full of mischief.
Almost every minute is spent plotting her next scheme. She is a purse snatcher. She likes to eat my favorite chap stick. She is definitely a climber. She likes to play copy cat and can tease her siblings like the best of them.
Yesterday in the car everyone was quiet except for Hazel who was screaming at the top of her lungs "be quiet". She likes to take toys and run. She absolutely will not tolerate being left out.
She loves to pull hair just so she can give you a hug and say sorry. She loves to change her clothes, just tonight Ric wanted to sew her into her jammies.
She screamed for the first year of her life and was never put down. I was the only person she would let hold her for that first year. I was probably the only one who would take her (miss grumpy pants).
Her hair grows like weeds and has had 8, yes 8, haircuts with at least an inch or two cut off every time. She was born with a mullet.
She loves to make funny faces, loves to dance and loves to sing. She has an infectious smile with her little pumpkin teeth.
She has always been very affectionate and her little hugs around my neck cheek to cheek are greatly appreciated. I can't get over her cuteness. I could go on all day as most mothers can about our little loves.
I wouldn't trade her for the world, or sleep or skinniness or quiet or even a tail bone that didn't still hurt. I love my little Hazelnut!
I will post a picture as soon as I can figure out how.
