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Jayme's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 10/6/00 -------------------- 9/13/00 9/4/00 8/30/00 8/21/00 8/9/00 7/29/00 7/25/00 7/21/00 7/20/00 7/18/00 7/3/00 6/29/00 6/23/00 6/20/00 6/13/00 6/12/00 6/6/00 5/26/00 5/23/00 5/22/00 5/17/00 5/15/00 5/13/00 5/13/00 5/11/00 5/6/00 4/29/00 4/22/00 4/21/00 4/4/00 3/29/00 3/13/00 3/11/00 3/2/00 1/8/00 -------------------- Jayme's Introduction

September 4, 2000

Whew! I am finished training my new guy. He did great! He is way ahead of where he is supposed to be at this point. He has a new trainer now on another shift. In about three days, I am going to get another one.

Enough about work, though. Let's talk about baby! I love Baby Haleigh. She is so great. She has gotten to the point now where she obviously loves me, too. That really feels great! I loved to be loved. She will be crawling around on the floor and I will wake up for the evening. Here she comes; she crawls over to me and trys to crawl up my leg. She obviously knows that I can not resist giving her exactly what she wants. I have spoiled her royally. She likes to be held and knows that if she comes over to me, it is going to happen. She laughs and squeals at me. I love that, too. She is looking at me with those big, innocent eyes and thinks that I am the funniest thing. She melts me.

Anyway, let met tell you a cool story. Haleigh had a little rubber duckie that she plays with in the bath. I would say to her in a very rough deep voice, "Bite it!Bite it!" and she would try to devour the entire head of the duck, but, could only get the beak in. So, the other day, I found this little bag of miniature rubbie duckies. She was in the bath and I took them and dropped them in the bath (really dramatically and while I was saying, "It's RAINING ducks!"). She giggled so hard and then we played the "Bite it" game. She got to devour the whole duckie head. It looked like the mama duck was leading around her baby ducks around. We had so much fun that day.

I am very much enjoying little Haleigh. She is the most perfect baby that I have ever seen. She is so great. She gives me kisses now. She seems to have gotten the concept of mouths touching, but not the concept that it is not polite to go at people with an open, slobbery mouth. He He. It's OK, though.

I am scared now, though. I have learned from this experience that I will ALWAYS worry about my baby, ALWAYS think about her/him, ALWAYS feel nothing but love for her/him. What if something happened? I would be broken. I know now that even though Haleigh is not my baby, I would kill for her, I would die for her. I would do anything for her. How am I going to be with my own baby? I can not fathom.

Those little curls, little fat fingers, little squeaky laughs, those big blue innocent eyes, the little rolls are the backs of her legs. Everything is great! I can't get enough of Baby.

Girls, I am going to give you a warning before my buds move out because I am going to be a mess having to give up mornings, dinnertimes, bathtimes and playtimes with Haleigh. I will have to lean on y'all. Be prepared!

Everyone have a great day today and know that you, too, will have this dream of motherhood some way, somehow. God is not evil. He is good and would not give us this motherly instinct and overwhelming desire if he were not to give us one of his little angels. Keep your chins up!

~Jams