I struggled for years to get pregnant but in November of 2011 it finally happened. Although I was happy to finally be having a baby I was very depressed. Early in my pregnancy was ruff, on top of being depressed I also had a lot going on. My grandmother was given a few months to live (She and I were very close, she passed a month after my daughter was born), I had lost a friend (who I'd known since I was 14), couldn't hold anything down, had high blood pressure and gestational diabetes.
A song that got me thru was White Balloons. I'd play it over and over, sing it and put a speaker (not too loud) to my belly for baby to hear too. (A daughter I named Emma.) Its was my favorite song the moment I heard it and I don't think it'll change anytime soon. But White Balloons is our song... a few nights ago I went out and left my little with my sister. I picked her up around midnight. Emma started to cried in the car on the way home and I felt horrible, it was the kind of cry that makes you choke back tears yourself. I had just made a CD with all the albums together for my husbands car. I skipped five songs and on came White Balloons. She stopped crying instantly. By the end of the song she was back asleep. This is not the first time this had happened. It's such an amazing song and I feel connected with her so much every time I hear it, especially at times like this. She may only be 15 months old, can't talk enough to tell me for sure, but I know they are her favorite too. Whenever I or my husband listen to the pups she's right there with us, humming and rocking out.
And because I cannot simply tell you how cute she is, I'll share. And keep my fingers crossed for SP kid gear eventually
