Nine years ago today, I was into my eighth hour of my twenty hours of labor for La Petite Belle.
This child did not want to leave the womb.
Original due date: September 16th. That was obviously a miscalculation.
After two weeks of stress tests to determine amniotic fluid levels, one overnight stay in the hospital to be induced and then sent home the next day after it was unsuccessful, another appointment set to be induced again the following week, long labor, and two hours of pushing, La Petite Belle finally arrived.
And, when she arrived, we knew we were in for a ride.
The doctor actually said,
“Do you want me to put her back in?”
The nerve.
Yes, she was loud.
That’s OK with us (most of the time). Quiet is overrated.
This baby girl continued to stick by her mama. There were nights when she wouldn’t go to her daddy, only mama. There were days where she cried most of the day because she wasn’t with mama. There were weekends where she was pulled off of mama to stay in the nursery at church.
This was her typical expression when I was not holding her and someone else was. Whew. I was a tired mama.
This was the typical experience with photographers. This was the one second where there was no tear.
But, when Mama was with her, it was all good. Mama was everything to her.
I remember that I couldn’t wait until she grew out of that stage.
And, now, I think I’d like to have that back. Maybe. Sometimes.
She went from this little baby, glued to Mama’s hip …
… to this little girl who can give you a song and dance on the spot in no time.
Now, she still has her moments … like when you take a tub of frosting away from her. Check out the progression.



I thought it was impossible to love this second child as much as I loved my first child, but I did and I do.
Happy Birthday, little girl! I love you.

She’s 9 today.