I grew up in a family where cousins were more like sisters. My cousin Kristine is one of my many cousins on my moms side. (She is number 4, I am number 11, there were 23 total last time I counted...) She and her husband Dan have been through fertility hell the last 3 years trying to have a family. She had 4 miscarriages in a row.
When she called me in early November of last year to tell me she was pregnant again, my stomach instantly went into a ball of stress. Because now started the agonizing 2 week wait to find out if this little baby had a heartbeat or not. Her appointment was scheduled for the day before Thanksgiving. All the family was gathering at my moms for Thanksgiving and I knew it was either going to be a really good one, or a really sad one. We prayed our stinking hearts out.
But there on the screen was the little flutter of a heart, a beating heart inside a tiny little thing that looked like a peanut. Since it was Thanksgiving I started referring to him as "Baby Turkey" and it stuck. It's been a long 9 months but Baby Turkey is here! (His real name is Austin by the way) and I love him very, very much. I'm very excited to be his "Super-cool and fun Aunt" ...I can't wait to hear all the secrets he is going to tell me as a teenager that he won't tell his mom :)
I am so excited for Dan and Kristine to be parents, because they so deserve it. This was a hard fought for baby and he is loved so, so much. Oh, and he's perfect :)
We rushed to the computer and I pulled up a photo...Rocky was instantly excited and Luci just looked very, very confused and then asked me
"Mom, why the turkey look like a baby and why don't he have feathers"?
It was the cutest thing ever, I guess little Luci really thought there was a turkey in there.
