Last night I tucked Brooke in bed, she was still excited from our family birthday party earlier in the evening and she asked, "Mom, what time was I born at?"
Crap! Was it 11:26 a.m., 12:56 p.m., 11:56 a.m.? Thus my search for documentation began that stated her birth time.
Downstairs in a large box filled with photo albums I found a treasure, her Baby's First Year Calendar.
This is a calendar full of all of her every first moments. The typical 1st laugh, 1st tooth, 1st rolled over, 1st day at the babysitters when Mommy had to go back to work, and the very treasured 1st time she said, "Ma-ma" which was dated and captured four days before the 1st time she said, "Da-da." Success!
Her baby calendar records all her trips to the doctors for check-ups with her current weight and height. Her first trip to Children's Hospital for constant crying. The doctors said that Tylenol Cold makes babies crazy. Hmmmm
I captured many other 1st details, too. Her 1st injury when Mariah put her knee in her face at only 5 weeks old while she was laying on the couch. I can picture it all in my mind's eye ... an excited and rambunctious Mariah only 4-1/2 years old jumping up on the couch to hold or touch the very tiny bundle, Brooke. BAMMMM! Knee in the face.
Her 1st moments with her daddy. The 1st time he changed a poopy diaper. The 1st time he gave her a bath. Her 1st night into her crib her daddy and I put together. The 1st time she went into the shower was with her daddy. We were in a hotel in Indiana so you could meet your sister, Brittany, your grandparents, and your brother and daddy took you in the shower with him.
A clipping of hair from her 1st haircut at 6 months old.
September 11, 2000 (10 months old), you like to let out ear piercing screams.
September 22, 2000 (1st day of autumn), Mariah asks Jesus into her heart.
October 13, 2000 (Friday the 13th and a full moon), Mariah thought she saw you swallow a game piece and shoved her hand down your throat to get it as a 1st reaction, then came running to me shouting to call 911. A trip to ER and an xray could not locate the game piece, now Mommy has to sift through your poopy to see if it ever comes out. Never did. Isn't that just like Mariah. :)
You were 5 days shy of being 1 year old when the 1st person ever said you look like Mommy.
Last night I find this treasure and go into Brooke's room to see if she is still awake by saying her name softly. Barely still awake, I whisper, "You were born at 12:56 p.m., sweetheart" and place her calendar on her dresser for her to see in the morning.
This morning I went into her room to wake her up. She was sitting in bed smiling looking at her calendar. She said, "I know you were crying last night, I can see your tears on the calendar."
I wasn't and I hadn't been. There on the outside cover of her calendar were fresh, wet water droplets. I'm not sure how those got there.
Happy 14th birthday, Brookie. I love you, sweetheart.
