Hello Friends!
I hope you are having an Amazing day, afternoon, or evening. It's actually very cloudy where we live. So grey.
As you can see from the title, "When You Really Don't Want Your Toddler to Grow Up"this is about our toddler/or starting to be a BIG kid. I have heard it all being a Mother to 9. I have heard all the cliches, Is that a basketball team, or is it baseball? Did you guys have a t.v.?
Usually I put on a fake smile and say "Yep you got that right!" or "Nope, didn't have t.v., had to keep each other entertained." Really, the truth is that we also lost two babies before we had 9.
You see our toddler is our last baby. He came into our world almost 5 years ago, 6 if your counting being pregnant. He was a BIG blessing and I could not imagine our lives without him. You see, he is the youngest after his BIG sister, our only girl. When I got pregnant with him, our lives were at a point where we had lost everything and even hope at times. We lost our home due to lack of jobs where we lived. We had to move in with my sister and her husband and daughter. So yes we were struggling at that point in our lives.
When we found out that we were pregnant. That really gave us hope in the time of struggling. My husband took our last $800.00 in our savings account and bought a plane ticket. He flew back to his home state and after a month of searching and working any job he could find he eventually got a job with a company that he is still with today almost six years later. It was tough being pretty much alone with 8 kiddos and being pregnant. It was two months later that we came to his home state to be a family. Four months later we became a Family of 11. Today we only have 7 kiddos at home because our two oldest are out living their BEST life in college/university.
When I became pregnant, they had told me that I was a high pregnancy risk. I immediately thought of the nightmares that I used to have. I always used to have nightmares that I would hemorrhage to death after giving birth to any of my babies. When I finally came to deliver our toddler, everything was fine or so I thought. I was induced five days before my actual due date. I was so excited to be bringing this new baby home to our new house and all his siblings were excited as well, and me and my husband in love with him. After I had delivered him, I saw him and he looked at me and right away that was my boy and he knew his mama. Here was this perfect human being, all his fingers and toes. I knew he was going to be my last baby. I was elated with so much love for this child. He had my heart.
Of course, I had all the nurses loving on him as well along with his proud Daddy.
As soon as I had him, I was starving to pieces. My husband had ran down to Subway on the first floor of the hospital to pick me and him up a bite to eat. They were working on me and cleaning up my baby. Until all of a sudden my nightmare of nightmares started to come true. I started to hemorrhage. Needles and blood transfusions were going in, all while my husband was getting us food. My first thought was 1. Is my baby alright? 2. Oh, God what about the kids? 3. Is my husband going to be able to handle all this on his own if something goes terribly wrong? 4. Do they know how much I love them all? All in a split second, while I was trying to compose yourself and not get scared. Luckily, it worked out and we took our baby home and started the new chapter of our lives together.
This is why I don't want my toddler to grow up. He was our Blessing when we were struggling and brought us hope and more love that we could give. He will be five this year and he is the most amazing human being there is. He has opened up my eyes a lot. His innocence is unimaginable. All of our children are amazing human beings, but when you know it's your last baby you don't want them to ever grow. You don't want them to ever lose their innocence. He is one of the coolest people that I know. He is caring, silly, and he tells everyone, everyday that's in his life he loves them. Besides he is the greatest snuggle buddy when you just need that hug, because you know he needs one too.
When you see a large family like ours, know that there is usually lots of love and that they might have had the same struggles as my family has had in the past. And I'm pretty sure they don't want their youngest child to grow up either.
As always,
Love and Lots Of Sprinkles
Melissa
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