3.5 year old Storm Baby.
Her pregnancy was the hardest on me while her father was in a war zone for 15 months. Her birth was a battle of wills as my water broke 48 hours before real labor started. If I had gone to the hospital it would have been a C-Section for sure. Knowledge helped me know it was ok, but I was worried and felt swept up in a storm. I instantly loved my storm baby when she was born after a peaceful 5 hour labor. The storms didn’t stop though with many nursing issues and her failing to thrive. She was my only baby who didn’t like car rides, and got over whelmed around other people. Though Daddy missed her birth, he was home a month later and they bonded instantly. He was comfort and I was food. And thus it has gone. Daddy is still her biggest comfort in the world. Storm baby is still a little storm. She is a force of nature that can’t be predicted, that does it’s own thing despite me and I am left in wonder of her. She is different. Beautiful. So fearless in so many ways. When she lets you into her world though, when the fingers come out of her mouth and her eyes see the world with you rather than seeing right into you, it is amazing. My 3.5 year old is different, she has been since birth.
We don’t know if she has a label that needs attention. She is smart. She knows everything her 5.5 year old brother does and then some. She is just different and it is hard to miss. We are blessed to have her.
