Seven years ago today I was deliriously happy at the prospect of getting out of the hospital in Utah where I'd been trapped for two weeks on bed rest. (For the complete story of Macy's grand entrance into this world, click here.) Macy came into the world on her own terms and has lived that way ever since.
~Her doctor called her the Colic Poster Child. She screamed for the first two months of her life.
~Of course she wouldn't crawl the conventional way. No way was she getting on all fours. She
opted instead for her own personalized crawl: The Scoot. She scooted everywhere on her
bum, with one foot bent in and one foot bent out. She did this until she walked at 17 months.
~Apparently the ordeal she put her mom through at birth was not enough. She decided at a
year that she was going to vomit anything resembling solid food. She threw up her own first
birthday cake when she tasted a tiny bit of frosting. We ended up having to take her to a
~Macy has eaten a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch every day since she started
eating (and keeping down) solids. She called it a "wanchinch" until she was 3.
~At four, Macy started pulling out her eyelashes, followed by her eyebrows. She started
Kindergarten with virtually no hair on her face. Much to her parents relief, she outgrew this
habit by the time she was 6.
Now, at 7, I am amazed at how "normal" she is. She is an unbelievably sweet, good-natured, easy-going little girl with the most beautiful blue eyes and the craziest, thickest hair ever to be found on a child. I thank my Heavenly Father every day for giving me the honor of being her mother.