G.H.C. Turns 3

3 years ago this very day, at this very hour, I was waddling through Target picking up a few last minute baby items. I was so uncomfortable walking, but I had been on bed rest with dangerously high blood pressure for weeks, so being able to waddle uncomfortably was like heaven for me. Pounding headache, scraping pelvic bones, and leaking urine were all a small price to pay for freedom.

At 4:00 we checked into the hospital, and at 4:45, miss Gretta Holland was delivered by C-Section. She weighed in at 5 pounds, 15 ounces, and though she was a month early, she was perfect.

I instantly felt better, the SPD having disappeared almost instantly upon her birth. The next day, despite a little friction from Sean, we were both discharged and sent home happy and healthy.



It has been a wonderful 3 years. Gretta has been such a blessing to our family. She was probably one of the best babies, not fussy or high maintenance at all. She loved her binky, and she loved "nursing", though it was never enough to keep her alive. She has always had a silly personality and great hair. Despite a few months when people thought she was handicapped because she had to wear a crazy helmet around, she has always been outgoing and crazy. I said if she was awake, she was moving. It's still true, today. She talks and talks and talks until bedtime, then she talks and talks and BOOM! asleep.

I love my little G. I'm more grateful for my family each time I see how fast she is growing. I don't think there are any more kids for me, my poor body just can't take it, so it pains me to see how fast she changes. I'm glad we're here in Utah to celebrate this birthday, so she can have her family around.

Love you little G. Happy birthday!