I looked back at some previous posts, thinking I would just re-post the story of Teaghan's arrival. Quickly I realized I had never written it down. While the story is four years old in my mind, it was one of the best stories, so I haven't forgotten too many of the details, and thought I would type them out before my "mom-brain" takes over too much of my memory, and the thoughts now circling, are lost forever.
Teaghan stands out in my mind because she was the only Curzio kid we actually planned from conception. (Don't rant about Gods plan and how all the kids are/were- I know and wouldn't change a thing. But as a mom of five- cray cray! Five!!- I can say that was something!) Teaghan was the only baby that "happened" and when I found out we were pregnant, we hugged withOUT tears and worry. The only baby that had immediate smiles plastered on our faces. The others eventually lead to smiles, but Teaghan was the kid we wanted, planned for, dreamed of, timed-out on our own, and waited for. That's a pretty special thing.
She was the first and only baby of five, that we wanted, long before she was ever conceived.
She came quick. Both in the womb and out. We tried to get pregnant around 9 months after McKenna, and thought "no one gets it on the first try! Right?" Wrong. Just call me mertyle.
She's also the only baby with her own special birthday. I know that sounds silly. But all of us Curzio's share months. August and May. And that means dual parties, joined celebrations, shared songs of "happy birthday".
Teaghan is the only person in the family born in November. It's a blessing and a curse, because while presents are uber cheap, the thanksgiving/Black Friday craziness is always the same weekend.
I can remember being super content with however long she was inside of me. The others I wanted out. Not that I didn't want Teaghan out- I hate being pregnant. But I remember thinking with ease and peace that she would come "when she does".
Teaghan was also the only baby with whom my pregnancy was free of vomit. And that's a big deal. A really big deal.
I was still sick like with all the other kids- but I never actually threw up with her. Looking back I know I took it for granted.
November 29th, 2010, I was helping paint a Christmas play stage set at church. Hulling paint buckets and brushes, tarps and taping off the various scenes. I wasn't feeling much of anything, but knew if I kept busy, she would come when I was least expecting.
I got home, around 10:30 that night. Exhausted. My back was so sore and my feet swollen. We put McKenna to bed and I showered and was ready to do the same. I laid my head on my pillow, beside my baby-daddy, and closed my eyes, while my body ached for a full nights' sleep. The clock read just a few minutes past eleven.
I closed my eyes, and it seemed as though I had only just rolled over a minute later, but it was now 12:05, and I could feel slight cramping in my lower abdomen.
I was too tired to care.
Closed my eyes, and tried desperately to sleep. Shrugging off the next few "cramps" as Braxton hicks.
They wouldn't stop.
And I couldn't sleep through them.
I nudged Paco and told him I was going to get a drink and sit in the bathtub. If it was real, things would keep going. If not, I would be back to bed in an hour or so after relaxing and hydrating myself.
Another hour came and went, and I knew this wasn't going to let up. Teaghan was coming. But in a few hours- later that afternoon? Who knew. We called my mom to fill her in, and my parents came over to "wait it out" with us.
Only an hour later, just around 2:30, we were making our way to the car.
Things were going really quickly, and we didn't want a baby born on the side of the road.
I remember needing to get down two flights if stairs from our two bedroom apartment, to the car. Every two or three steps, I would have to stop and lean on Paco to not fall over from the strength of the contractions. My legs were like jello, and I wasn't even pushing yet.
The car ride was terrible. It's actually one if the reasons I looked into a home birth with Adalynn. You can't get comfortable, wearing a seatbelt is like wearing a torture device, and the length seems to go on and on, regardless of how far you are from the hospital.
We got there, breezed through triage, and were shown to our birth suite. I had no idea where in the maternity ward we were because I just kept my face buried into Paco's chest to maintain control over my body.
By the time the "non stress test" (which is super stressful during active labor contractions!) was over, I was telling them all I wanted to push.
The nurses didn't believe me. They never do. And only having been there for an hour, (now 3:50ish) I guess I could see why not.
They checked me, and decided they should actually call my doctor at this point. Meanwhile I was supposed to just cross my legs until the doctor arrived.
Thankfully she was just a few minutes from the hospital, and by 4 was rushing into the room, just as Teaghan was crowning.
Two whole pushes was all it took and she was plopped on my chest. She was so different than McKenna.
Once you have a second child you spend a lot of time initially, comparing the differences and similarities between the two.
She was darker- more yellowed, olive skin. She was shorter and chubbier. She was so pretty. And her name fit perfectly: Teaghan Aracelli, which means pretty little girl.
To this day, Teaghan is a diva. She doesn't suffer from "middle child syndrome" because she will demand attention if needed.
She lives in a tutu. The more ruffles and sparkles the better.
She is a musical child. She has rhythm more accurate than most adults. When she was two, she used to march around the house, the pool, the yard- stomping to a beat. She would then add claps on the down beat, of 1 and 3 each time.
She sings all of the time. When I tell her it's time to settle down and stop singing, she hums. (Smh)
She loves polish and will beg you to do her nails at every chance she gets.
She has already planned her wedding. With whom, what she will wear, the ring. She tells me often.
She will wear a bow, a head band, clips, and a girly hat all at the same time.
She would punch your lights out if she was ever allowed.
She can hold her own, yell at a crowd, perform a samba, and quote all of psalm 23 to you in the same afternoon.
Her favorite foods are macaroni and cheese, steak, shrimp, and any kind of soda. In fact she will shake all the empty cans from a dinner table to gather whatever she can from anyone else. (Since she's only allowed so much).
She is terrified of heights, of going too fast, or things that are "scary". She's a girl when it comes to spiders, snakes, lizards, and bugs.
But she is sweet. And loving. And nurturing. She is compassionate, and graceful. She loves to cuddle and sit "bine you". She calls her back pack a "jet pack" and Christmas "chrimas". She says her "V" sounds with a "B" sound like all true Latina girls, and she will be four in the morning!
Happiest birthday to you sweet girl! Momma loves you, and can't wait to watch you grow!!!