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Celebrating my daughter's birthday
Sep 19, 2009 02:22AM
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We had my daughter's 3-year-old birthday party today. I honestly don't think she has ever had as much fun today ever before. She was jumping up and down with the biggest grin on her face the whole time. She had Sprite and chicken fingers and pizza to eat. We took her to a local restaurant that is similar to Chuck e Chez. She played skee ball and bowling. She needed some help but was able to do quite a bit on her own. It was just one of those moments that made me so happy to be her mommy. She was so happy. A little boy was helping her play skee ball and that was really cute.
I invited several people to the party, some of them were courtesy invites; but only our close friends showed up to celebrate. We don't have many close friends and the ones we have are childless. I don't know if they will have kids, but I know they won't anytime soon. My daughter is so blessed to have so many adults that love her as if she were their own child. I certainly don't mind letting them love her and spoil her. For a girl who doesn't know her birth Grandparents she certainly has a lot of people who love her. I don't quite know how to explain this, but it feels good that my husband and I are able to "share" our daughter with people who may not have children.
On a completely different note, it makes me so angry when people try to tell me how to raise my child. Ever since my daughter was in utero people have been trying to make me do it their way and tell me that there is something wrong with my baby. The first midwife I saw couldn't find her heartbeat and told us that she was dead. I guess a mother just knows, because I highly doubted her judgement. Turns out she didn't know how to use the machine and when they did an ultrasound she was extremely ALIVE. I even had people ask me when I was scheduled for my c-section. Just because I am small doesn't mean I need one people. That's up to me and my midwife or doc.
At that time I was also a member of an all women forum. I developed gestational diabetes and hypertension. I shared this with the ladies and one member (a pediatrician) started freaking out. She messaged my sister's husband about her concerns and made herself look a fool. She was worried about the fact that I was seeing a midwife and not an OBGYN. She did not think that I would get the care that I needed.
When I was in labor the nurse was convinced that my daughter had a problem because every time I pushed my heart rate increased. Well of course my heart rate increased!!! I was exerting myself, it's not exactly EASY to push a baby out of your vagina! It wasn't until my daughter's heart rate increased too much that my midwife gave me an episiotomy. And that was her call, not the nurse's. I gave birth to a very healthy baby girl much to several people's surprise.
Then my MIL became worried when my daughter was 7 months old and would not eat meat. She bought an economic size of protein powder and tried to give it to me. I firmly, yet kindly declined the offer. I even asked her ped about it who said absolutely no. A month later my daughter started eating meat.
When my daughter was 2 she threw a temper in public and collapsed on the floor like children often do who are angry. Someone came up to me and asked me why I was forcing her onto the floor. I explained that she had done that herself and I would never pin her on the ground. I've even had someone tell me my daughter's coat wasn't warm enough for her and she was going to get pneumonia.
Now my daughter has a little bit of a speech delay and people tell me to get her tested for autism. But I say I will go with my motherly instincts that say there is nothing wrong with her. You all have been wrong every time you thought something was wrong with her, so I am going to go by what I believe and know! So buzz off and mind your own freaking business! I don't care about your opinion because believe it or not I actually do know what I'm doing, even if I am only 23.
I'll end this with something a very wise person once told me, "If people spent half the effort they spent minding other people's business on their own business, the world would be a much better place."
I invited several people to the party, some of them were courtesy invites; but only our close friends showed up to celebrate. We don't have many close friends and the ones we have are childless. I don't know if they will have kids, but I know they won't anytime soon. My daughter is so blessed to have so many adults that love her as if she were their own child. I certainly don't mind letting them love her and spoil her. For a girl who doesn't know her birth Grandparents she certainly has a lot of people who love her. I don't quite know how to explain this, but it feels good that my husband and I are able to "share" our daughter with people who may not have children.
On a completely different note, it makes me so angry when people try to tell me how to raise my child. Ever since my daughter was in utero people have been trying to make me do it their way and tell me that there is something wrong with my baby. The first midwife I saw couldn't find her heartbeat and told us that she was dead. I guess a mother just knows, because I highly doubted her judgement. Turns out she didn't know how to use the machine and when they did an ultrasound she was extremely ALIVE. I even had people ask me when I was scheduled for my c-section. Just because I am small doesn't mean I need one people. That's up to me and my midwife or doc.
At that time I was also a member of an all women forum. I developed gestational diabetes and hypertension. I shared this with the ladies and one member (a pediatrician) started freaking out. She messaged my sister's husband about her concerns and made herself look a fool. She was worried about the fact that I was seeing a midwife and not an OBGYN. She did not think that I would get the care that I needed.
When I was in labor the nurse was convinced that my daughter had a problem because every time I pushed my heart rate increased. Well of course my heart rate increased!!! I was exerting myself, it's not exactly EASY to push a baby out of your vagina! It wasn't until my daughter's heart rate increased too much that my midwife gave me an episiotomy. And that was her call, not the nurse's. I gave birth to a very healthy baby girl much to several people's surprise.
Then my MIL became worried when my daughter was 7 months old and would not eat meat. She bought an economic size of protein powder and tried to give it to me. I firmly, yet kindly declined the offer. I even asked her ped about it who said absolutely no. A month later my daughter started eating meat.
When my daughter was 2 she threw a temper in public and collapsed on the floor like children often do who are angry. Someone came up to me and asked me why I was forcing her onto the floor. I explained that she had done that herself and I would never pin her on the ground. I've even had someone tell me my daughter's coat wasn't warm enough for her and she was going to get pneumonia.
Now my daughter has a little bit of a speech delay and people tell me to get her tested for autism. But I say I will go with my motherly instincts that say there is nothing wrong with her. You all have been wrong every time you thought something was wrong with her, so I am going to go by what I believe and know! So buzz off and mind your own freaking business! I don't care about your opinion because believe it or not I actually do know what I'm doing, even if I am only 23.
I'll end this with something a very wise person once told me, "If people spent half the effort they spent minding other people's business on their own business, the world would be a much better place."
