I think it was an omen of things to come.
My other two children didn't make a peep when they were born. Even Blue Eyed Girl, who was born breech, didn't cry until they gave her a bath. When Brown Eyed Boy was born, we were encouraged to make him cry so he could clear his lungs out.
Like that was going to happen.
But Baby Brown Eyes was not happy about her entrance into the bright, cold world and she wanted everyone to know about it. She screamed and cried until the nurses finally returned her to my arms and she was able to nurse.
Even now, over a year later, she is still a screamer. She screams when her siblings take her toys. She screams when we change her diaper. She screams when we tell her no and sometimes just when we put her down.
She is even known to scream randomly, out of the blue, while sitting quietly in her high chair.
She is having no problems asserting herself as the third child.
Do you remember me posting about how easy having two kids was?
Well having three is not easy.
To be fair, I was warned. People told me how hard things get when the kids outnumber the parents. But man, were they right.
Thank goodness for prayer. And my husband. And countless tender mercies and moments of joy each day that made the hard times bearable.
Things are a little easier now. Although now Brown Eyed Baby steals her siblings toys and runs away from me in public places, so every age brings new challenges.
But when I think about how empty our lives would be without her--and how quiet--I wouldn't have it any other way.
Motherhood is awesome,
The Brown-Eyed Girl