I’ll never forget the day that I found out that there was going to be a ‘you’. I was 7 years old at the time and at a friends house around the corner from our house when we were living in the house on the cul-de-sac in Saga Bay. Mom and Dad picked me up and I remember the three of us walking into the house and they asked to speak with me in the kitchen. They sat me down and I remember as clear as if were yesterday, they asked me, ‘what was it that I have always wanted?’. Well now, I think I proceeded to name off every toy, barbie, electronic, game and even a 10-speed bike that I had eyed at our local Toys-R-Us. I think they finally got tired of me guessing and told me that we were going to have a baby. I am sure my jaw dropped.
I had always wanted a sibling but at the age of 7 and the fact that my childhood best friend was also an only child, I had accepted that it would only be me. Though hearing this news, I was thrilled. I don’t think I had been that excited my whole life.
The next several months were a bit of a blur. I don’t really remember all the commotion going on in the house when you get ready for the arrival of a baby. But, I do remember the ‘upgrades’ I got in my bedroom. At the time we had two guest rooms, one which was also an office. In the guest room that was turned into your nursery, there was a full-size bed (at the time I slept in a twin), a television and my Nintendo. Well, my twin went out the window and the full sized bed (which was HUGE to me), the TV and the Nintendo all got moved next door to my bedroom. Mom and Dad then got me a hot pink/magenta colored bean bag chair to put in front of the television and I had it made. Welcome to the house new baby!
I don’t remember my reaction or even when I learned you were a girl but I knew I had wanted you to be one. All I had ever wanted was a sister and I was finally living my childhood dream.
As it just so happens, we were both conceived right around the same time. Mom was 32 when I was born on the 27th of September at a whopping 10 pounds and 7 ounces! Phew, God bless you, Mom. I believe your due date was in early October. Mom was told when it was getting close to your arrival that they would need to induce her early because you were getting huge. They were expecting an 11+ pound baby if they were to go full term with you. Well, you know Mom and her badassery. She had this, telling the doctors she would be fine, she had done it before. They reminded her that she was now 40 and they would not prefer the risk. They went ahead and scheduled your delivery date to be on the 27th, my birthday. Mom explained to them that she had to be home for her other daughters birthday and they would need to pick another day. That is how your birth date, the 25th was chosen. You and Mom would come home on my birthday.
Since you were to be a scheduled delivery it was easy to plan everything ahead. Grandma and Grandpa would be driving down from North Carolina the day before so they could be here on the 25th. Grandma would be here to cook me my birthday dinner since Mom probably would be resting, and the neighbors would take me to school the day you were due.
It was around lunchtime on the 25th when Grandma and Grandpa got to my school to pick me up and take me to the hospital. We arrived and were only there a short while for a quick visit with Mom when you were ready for your own arrival.
I remember feeling awestruck when I saw you for the first time. You were in Dad’s arms sitting in the chair in the corner of Mom’s delivery room and you were beautiful (I was told I looked like I had been hit by a truck when I was born lol). Your little but not so little body at 9 pounds and 13 ounces (go Mom…again) and cone(ish) head. You were my born best friend.
You and Mom came home on my birthday two days later and you were the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Well, you and the 10-speed bike I got that day as well. I remember being showered with gifts. Nobody wants a jealous older sibling, especially on their own birthday.
We have never dealt with jealousy and it’s extremely rare for us to be in an argument or even a disagreement. I don’t know too many siblings who are as close as we are and we have always been. You are my best friend and I am so proud of you and your accomplishments. You are my baby sister but you are also the first person I go to for advice or direction. You mean the world to me and I wish you nothing but the best in life.