Five years ago today on lucky Friday the 13th, Jane was born. It was… magical. Her birth was quiet and calm and just absolutely lovely. She was induced a week early because they were worried that she was too big, but she was tiny… for one of my kids, anyway. Just 8 lbs 4 oz.
I love this picture.
What I really like about it is how Jane is trying to hide behind her own arm. That was how she looked once she was plopped on my chest. Wriggly, covered in goo, hiding behind her arm with big blue eyes and an expression that clearly communicated, “What the H just happened to me??!” Jane is still quite shy to this day, so remembering her reluctance to enter the world makes me smile a little.
I always say that I’m not a newborn person, but somehow I still ache when I look at pictures of my children as babies. I miss those tiny little faces and toes.
Even the sleepless nights don’t seem so bad when you wake up and watch them sleeping next to you in bed. And you wonder if there was ever a more beautiful child born on the planet. Sleeping babies are impossibly adorable.
Early on, Jane wanted to be big like Lizzy and The Boy… She would watch their every move and was determined to figure things out. She could open doors, turn on faucets, climb up on things, open the fridge, etc. earlier than either of the other two. She did not want to be left behind.
When Jane was young people would frequently stop us to comment on how pretty she was. Mostly older women… grandmas or aunties, but we couldn’t get through a shopping trip when she was a baby without someone complimenting her looks. To me at the time she looked exactly like my other kids, which is funny because she really didn’t. But, all of my babies are equally beautiful to me. I even thought they were gorgeous back when they were funny looking.
Now, toddlers are totally my thing and so these pictures of Jane are KILLING ME. She was so chubby and soft and funny. And she hated my camera from a very early age, so there are large gaps in her photo record. As soon as she was mobile enough to get away, she would throw me a scowl and then run.
Jane is very shy when she first meets you, but once she’s warmed up to a person she becomes a complete spaz. Which… I think she probably got that from me. I was ridiculously shy in public as a girl and a crazy person at home. Well, to an extent it’s still true about me, really.
Jane got my hair, but Mr. Darcy’s blue eyes. Everyone says she resembles Mr. Darcy much more than me. It’s true. Three out of the four kids resemble each other… and then there’s Jane. She is 100% Darcy.
Jane completely idolizes Lizzy. She thinks her big sister is the funniest, smartest, most amazing girl around. She is frequently driving Lizzy crazy by repeating everything Lizzy says. I try to tell Lizzy that it is a compliment… Jane wants to be just like her. So far, it hasn’t sunk in. It drives Lizzy insane.
And she is smitten with Kitty. She’s a fun little sister and a great big sister, and I can’t believe it’s been five years since she came into our crazy family. And she has added just the right amount of crazy to the mix.
Happy Birthday, my baby Jane! We love you.