This post has been so hard to write. Not because I don’t love Emma, because HELLLOO, she’s a doll. But because she’s so tiny, and we don’t actually have any goals or requirements. I could say we require he to sleep through the night, but she’s not exactly a rule follower. I mean, we want her to continue to grow(but, not too big. Mama can’t handle it!)… so, there’s one!
Meet my current obsession, Emma Faye. Named after her great, great grandma Maniccia and her great grandma (Nana) Maniccia. This adorable, squishy baby makes my heart melt every day. She’s been the ultimate adventure for our family; introducing us to new things since the day she was born. Both exciting and scary.
Emma’s birth was a sigh of relief. After the loss of Benjamin and the scary ride that was, I was a little worried about having another baby. Pair that with the fact that I didn’t instantly become pregnant again and you have the perfect storm for mama-worry. Emma is more than three years younger than Ryder; making that the largest gap in age between all of our children. (Yes, I’m very much aware that we DO NOT struggle with infertility and I am grateful for that.)
The other kids were “easy”. If we even thought the word pregnant- we were. Emma was a process. I prayed for her. Over, and over again. It was the perfect opportunity for me to practice putting all of my trust in God; to remember that I must trust God’s will and timing. Whether it’s what I hope for or not. Those two years were hard for me.
I had a lot of blood pressure issues during pregnancy, and it ultimately led to an afternoon doctor’s visit turning into an induction! That was the first of many surprises Emma gave us during her first few weeks of life. In fact, she gave us a lot of firsts. She was the first:
- of my daughters to have a baby shower (it was pink and perfect because my friends rock!)
- to be born after midnight
- to have jaundice that required hospitalization
- to have Umbilical Granuloma
- to have an umbilical hernia
She was a beautiful mess from the day she was born but we couldn’t love her more. I thought loving Ryder was a whole new experience, but I had no idea what was in store. The first few months I just couldn’t put her down! Now she’s totally attached, and unless she’s wrapped on my back I can’t get anything done. This would have made me crazy a few years ago, but I love it.
Emma is six months old today, and I’m still trying to figure out where HALF A YEAR has gone! We love her so much and are incredibly proud to be her parents. Since I don’t have much else to say, here’s some picture of the cute baby!