C is such a little mother. She of course picks on her real life sister, but her babies and dolls, she just loves them and takes such good care of them. (naked dolls all the time does not constitute bad care)
She will rock then, feed them and tuck them into bed. I went in her room the other day and found this. She had made a little hammock bed for her BedBud doll and covered her with a wipe I had given her to give her bedbug a bath.
While it is so sweet, it always makes me so sad when I see her just loving her dolls. She is doing so great in speech and physical development. I have accepted that she is delayed and that is ok. For the most part, I don't really even get all that sad about that part. What do I get sad about... that she will never have her own children to nurture like her dolls. It's very hard to be a mom and know from day one, that your little girl will never have her own little girl. I know how lucky I am to have C here living and breathing but it is still the one thing that can always bring me to tears.
So, why do I care what this person has to say? I don't know, you are the one who showed up to read.
I am Peggy and I live with my husband and our 2 girls C and J. We have gone through the ringer to get our girls. Before C we had 6 miscarriages. Then when C was born, we had the shock of our lives when we learned that she has Down syndrome. For years, Down syndrome was a big focus in my life. While it still is, time has showed me that life with C is very normal and while ds is still important to me, I just don't see it as the focus on C anymore. It is a part of her, it is not what defines her.
We decided to have a second baby and again, went through the miscarriage rollercoaster. We had 2 more miscarriages and were finally blessed with J.
Life is crazy but it's crazy good and I wouldn't trade it for the world.