I didn’t sail through this pregnancy as I had with my boys. It was more uncomfortable, I gained WAY more weight. I had it all set in my mind that we had in fact conceived a boy. At the ultrasound…I was shocked at the little frog legs we saw with nothing in-between. The girl was coming…ready or not. I cried for three days and Skip was ecstatic! I eventually got sort of used to the idea but my way of coping was to be determined that I would NEVER had a girly girl. No pink was allowed at the baby showers and we struggled to find a name that was both for a girl…but strong as well. President Regan died while I was pregnant…and for awhile..we thought that would be her name….but somewhere along the line…we put the kibosh on that. Her middle name had been decided when I was maybe 12 years old. My godmother had a daughter that had died of crib death many years ago. We would have been around the same age and I always told her that if I ever had a daughter, that I would honor my godmother with her daughters beautiful name….Irli..pronounced EARLEE.
Happy Birthday Sweet baby girl….you know where I keep you when you’re not with me? In my heart….that’s where.