Don't have an account? To participate in discussions consider signing up or signing in
facebook connect
Sign-up, its free! Close [x]


  • okay Create lasting relationships with other like minded women.
  • okay Blogging, let your voice be heard!
  • okay Interact with other women through blogs,questions and groups.
  • okay Photo Album, upload your most recent vacation pictures.
  • okay Contests, Free weekly prize drawing.
  • okay Weekly Newsletter.

This is my first baby.  She arrived 16 days late. Such a happy girl.
I nicknamed her “peeper” because she had a little crib next to our bed and would lift her head to see if I had my eyes open. If I didn’t she would lay her tiny head back down.
She was 2 1/2 years old and developed asthma. She ended up with bilateral pneumonia because her Dr. was having a hard time controlling her symptoms.
She finally started to get allergy injections...poor little thing. Three years old and getting two shots in each arm. She was a trooper though.
When her little sister came along she was 2 1/2. All was wonderful about being a “big sister” until she figured out that she was staying.
At the time her favorite story was one that was found in a big blue book at Physicians offices. It was the story of Moses.
Needless to say she started asking if we could make a basket and float her sister down the river!
When she was almost 4 we let her go to play with one of her friends. It was the first time that I had not gone somewhere with her. She was independent and I was anxious.
About an hour later my friend called and told me that Alicia wanted to come home because their dog “megan” had nipped at her.
I went down to get her.
When I walked into the house my friend was holding Alicia. Alicia had her hands up to her face holding a wash cloth.
I took one of her hands to see if the dog had broken any skin.
Darice said “no” and took the wash cloth away.
Being a nurse at the time I was able to control my shock and not scare my baby half to death.....


Member Comments

About this author View Blog »