12!

 I can not not NOT believe my youngest child is 12. 

Tayler is such a sweet, smart, talented young lady.  

She loves to babysit and now she's legal to do it!  

She will always give me a hug and she still snuggles me.  Yay!

I have mixed emotions today - the day my last baby was born.  Now she's 12 and it's Matthew's last day of high school!  I'm having a hard time keeping the water-works under control!

We weren't sure if we should have another baby because of my c-sections. After Kenzie was born they told me I had a lot of scar tissue and labor was no longer an option for me.  I tried so hard to have a natural birth 3 times but it was not to be.  We were worried a 4th pregnancy would be dangerous but we prayed about it and knew another special person was waiting to join our family.  I remember savoring every moment of the pregnancy because it would be my last one.  I'm not sure if I savored the morning sickness but I tried!  When we found out she was a girl we were so excited - 2 boys and 2 girls!  A week before she was due they did an amnio to see if her lungs were ready and we could schedule the c-section.  I was scared to death but it wasn't bad.  My grandpa was in the hospital at the time and everyone was worried about him.  The day I got the results that, no, her lungs were not developed enough, I was so disappointed.  About an hour after that call my dad called from the hospital telling me Grandpa, Lynn Crane, had passed away.  I was so sad.  I thought for sure Tayler would be ready because it was only a week earlier than her due date and baby's are born early all the time.  But with Grandpa passing away I knew there was a reason.  If I had gone into surgery I would have missed his funeral.  She was born a week after and my family talked about how grandpa was giving her the scoop on all of us before she came down.  We had the name Tayler picked out for a couple months but just couldn't decide on a middle name.  After grandpa died we all knew - Lynn!  She came at just the right time - we were all still grieving for grandpa and she lightened our spirits.  Her birth was the only scheduled c-section I had and without labor to exhaust me before I was alert and noticed everything!  The pressure, tugging and pulling...  it wasn't pretty.  Laying on the table with the sheet blocking my view was always scary but Kurt sat right by my head, holding my hand.  When the doctor said "they're getting ready to pull the baby out" and I heard that cry, I was so happy.  Kurt went to clean her off and then he held her out for me to see and I gave her a kiss.  Then he left with the baby and they started to tie my tubes.  I think because they were working on me longer my numbness started to wear off and I remember being able to move my legs.  I heard the doctors say "her legs are moving we need to hurry this up"  That was a little scary but they got me all put back together and wheeled me to my room where Tayler and daddy were waiting for me.  It seems impossible that this happened 12 years ago!  I am so happy she came to our family - she adds love and humor and our lives are better because she's here.  I love you Tayler!