I am sure I have written this before, but I truly believe a child is born with their personality. William was my subsequent-pregnancy. I got pregnant with him a mere 8 weeks after loosing the twins. Unlike previous pregnancies I was not excited about his, not because he wasn't wanted but because I was resentful of having to go through morning sickness again and terrified he wouldn't be born alive. It was a very conflicting time in my life. I denied his pregnancy until I was 20 weeks along and I still didn't celebrate his life until he was safe in my arms.
The last few weeks were the hardest. I was still convinced he would die in utero. As the end neared he was getting bigger and moving less. I made one panicked trip the L&D because he wasn't moving. I started canceling plans so I could stay home drink a Pepsi and do kick counts. I was a mess.
On July 28th at 39 weeks we decided to induce him. Since it was my 4th delivery and just 11 months since my last delivery I figured it would be fast. Boy, was I wrong. And William hasn't ceased to surprise me since then. I was in labor for 29-hours. My stubborn little man had his own agenda and it didn't match mine in the least. He was named for his Great-Grandfather on my husband's side. We told everyone that there would be no nicknames and that he would go by William, but my father started referring to him as Wild Bill and honestly I can't think of a more fitting nickname.
William has taught me a lot. I learned that no matter how many children you have each and every one of them is different. I worried his entire first year of his life because although he was average on the growth chart, he was much smaller than his older siblings. So at 9 months of age his diet consisted mainly of egg yolks, yogurt, and avocado. Because of his 'special' diet I got some funny looks when I asked for fresh avocado on a trip to Wisconsin in the fall.
He ended up with stitches at 14 months old, a full 4 months earlier than his brother. He climbed at 9 months old, but didn't walk until he was 12 months old. After that I would find him in all sorts of strange places, on the desk, in my dishwasher, hiding behind a chair with my laptop. Although he was speech delayed it didn't keep him from being independent.
I learned to navigate the policies and procedures of the Regional Center due to his speech delay. I read the law on his rights and learned more than I had ever known about various disorders, yet in the grand scheme of things I was still very uneducated.
Some of my most favorite and poignant memories of William are when he decided to get himself a PB&J sandwich while I showered. He got out the PB and the Jelly and used 2 english muffins as bread. Each morning he first scavenges for treats in the kitchen before waking me up. He is very quiet about it too to ensure that he isn't stopped. His most memorable snacks have been 1 lb of See's candy, half a bag of organic gummy bears, 1 lb of butter (each cube unwrapped, licked and then dropped on the floor), chips, cookies, and whatever looks tempting first thing in the morning.
William has learned quite a bit too in his three years. Aside from the obvious of walking and talking and potty-training, he has discovered a love for all sports, specifically soccer. He is wary of costumed characters and the unknown, unlike most children he is very UNhappy at Disneyland.
William doesn't climb onto your lap or give a tight hug to show his love for you. Instead he runs into your legs, nearly knocking you over and then hugs you. Or he will punch, tackle and sword (light saber) fight with the ones he loves.
What is most endearing about William is his strong bond with his father. Each morning he stands at the door debating with daddy as to why he doesn't have to go to work. If he has a choice between playing with mommy and daddy, its always daddy. If he is crying, well, then mommy wins.
Although William is my tiniest child he doesn't back down, physically or verbally. Just like my other children he is stubborn and won't let you forget it. But he is still full of surprises, just like when he took to soccer and hates being wet after swimming. I do know he will succeed at whatever he does, because even now, failure is not an option for him.
[caption id="attachment_352" align="alignnone" width="360" caption="William\'s First Birthday"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_353" align="alignnone" width="270" caption="Helping with the dishes"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_354" align="alignnone" width="360" caption="Caught playing with the wax paper, again"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_355" align="alignnone" width="360" caption="William\'s 2nd Birthday"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_356" align="alignnone" width="270" caption="Enjoying frozen peas"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_347" align="alignnone" width="312" caption="William\'s 3rd birthday"][/caption]