This little bunny turned six today. If you read my old blog, you would know she didn’t arrive until 5:45 p.m. on March 1. It was a Monday when she was born, and it was a scheduled event. I walked back to the operating room all on my own at 40 weeks. I crawled up and laid on the table, I had my arms strapped down, my freshly washed hair shoved into a cap, I was completely naked from the waist down. The anesthesiologist told me to breathe – he said he couldn’t give me a spinal with my hear rate that high. So turned to G, and we talked about something silly like June, our cat. The music started to play. Dream Girl. A few minutes passed, I calmed, and before I knew it, E-Weezer made her debut. Plump. Red. Loud. With so much hair.
Here’s the thing. She is just like that. Effortless. She is her own self with little coaching. She needed no help arriving, other than a little lift, and she has always been stare-worthy. Thankfully now it is because of her gorgeous looks and not because of her furry back. She is still my dreamer and my sweet love bird. I cannot imagine life without Le Weez. Happy birthday, girl. Momma will love you forever.