Once upon a time, before I was a mother, I was an aunt. For a long time, before Litlte H and Baby Char Char came along, I was an aunt to girls only. Sometimes, I would try to do their hair. It always looked like crap. It was crooked, uneven and all together bad. But, I’d try.
And then I’d always say, “See? This is why I’m going to have little boys. Because I don’t know how to do all this girly stuff.”
Fast forward a few years later – I was pregnant. I was sure I was having the little boy I always dreamed of. I wanted a baby girl, too, of course, I just always imagined that we’d have a son first. In fact, I always imagined we’d have five little boys followed by a little girl. One princess with five big brothers. I thought every little girl needed a big brother. I also wanted a boy because I thought I liked the boy clothes better. I hated pink.
Throughout my pregnancy, I always referred to the baby as “he”. We didn’t know what we were having, despite what some people thought because of the certainty with which I would declare my baby a “he” baby. I just didn’t like saying “it” or “the baby” all the time, and besides, it was obviously going to be a boy.
Somewhere between 7-8 months into my pregnancy, something shifted. I started sifting through the little girl’s dresses in baby stores, picking up frilly socks and floral sleepers. And one day, I knew. I was having a little girl. I was sure of it. Just as quickly as I had jumped to calling my unborn baby “he”, I started saying, “she”. I just knew.
On September 22, 2010 at 1:26 p.m. when I held my slimy little child for the first time and took a peek at the “goods” to see what I got, I was not the least bit surprised to find I had a little lady. In fact, I would have been utterly shocked to find myself looking at little boy parts.
Immediately, I was captivated by my Little Princess. In no time at all, I realized that I could not imagine life without teensy tiny dresses (hokey smokes – they’re not all pink!), I could not imagine seeing my husband with any baby other than his little girl, and of course, I could not imagine not having fun hair accessories.
Evalyn has had a headband in her hair almost daily since she was born. And recently, we’ve ventured into the world of clippies as well, since her hair has suddenly grown like whoa.
And yesterday? Yesterday was the day we’ve been waiting for. Aside from her birth, this was the most exciting day of my life. Kidding. Sort of. Okay, I’m not.
Because now? Girlfriend can wear piggys.