She came into this world 7.3 lbs. She was so tiny her socks wouldn't stay on her feet. If I put a footed onesie on her she would curl up in it, leaving the leggings dangling. She was so squirrelly. So quiet. After 2 weeks she was sleeping through the night. It was almost as if she entered into this world with old wisdom. She never babbled or cried. Just watched. It was as if she had an old soul and she was taking in the going-ons of those around her as if she was making mental notes of conversations she was going to have once she found her voice. She reminded me of my grandma. Grandma would have a bone to pick with someone but would hold off on saying anything until she chewed on it for a while and then one day, out of the blue, she would bring it up. Heck, most of the stuff she called me out on (eventually) I would have already forgotten all the lies I told to cover up the issue. Entrapment!
As my sweet girl has grown into Daddy's Princess, she continues to be the light in the room. Her brother, who doesn't command attention, stands back and beams with pride when it comes to his sister. He took to her immediately when she was born. He knew we were going to bring home a baby but like his parents, he thought he was getting a brother. We had a name picked out for a son, Haydn Trent. When he first saw his baby "sheester" he couldn't understand why we left Haydn at the hospital and why we brought home a Madison instead. There are days, even now, when he'll wish for a brother. It's in those moments when we talk about getting another dog or chicken instead.
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