3.6 Kaitlyn Molis Writing 2

Wake up! Mom is having a baby!

I was an eager 8-year-old girl, waiting to meet the baby sister I had been praying for since I was three. When my parents told me they were having a baby, I was the happiest little girl on this planet. Finally, the time had come where I would have a sibling to live this life with. Finding out that I would get to live this life with a sister was the most exciting news ever! The due date was October 18. Once October hit, I was counting down the days until she would finally make her appearance. 

The 18 days had come and gone just like that...and still, no baby sister. 

I thought to myself, 'well, I have waited eight years for this. What are a few more days?' In the early morning hours of October 20, 2008, I woke up from the yellow lights that dimly lit up my room. My dad walked in with the hand-held video camera and softly whispered, "Wake up, KK. Momma's having the baby!" 

With sleep still in my eyes, I silently bounced out of bed to begin getting ready to go. Even though it was the middle of the night, my body and soul were beaming with excitement. The day was finally here. By throwing all of my things into a bag, I was ready to go in seconds! 

I remember sitting in the living room with my mom on our brown leather couch while waiting for her contractions to get closer together. Something that was that these early morning hours were my final moments with my mom as an only child. It was a bittersweet feeling. With the sweet, tender look in her eyes, I could tell my mom felt it too. I rested my hand above her belly button to feel my baby sister kicking one last time before her long-awaited arrival. 

This excited little girl had to spend a whole day in school while mom and dad were at the hospital. I remember sitting at my desk that day, not able to concentrate on anything that came my way.  My legs were bouncing up and down, up and down. The day was dragging slowly as the anticipation in me was quickly rising. At recess, I made sure to tell all of my friends, "My mom is having the baby today! My sister is finally coming out!" 

That night at 8:37 p.m. Karli Sue entered the world. My grandparents and I drove to the hospital that evening to meet the sweetest little thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I was mesmerized. She was perfect. As I held her for the first time, I looked down into her small round eyes to find such peace and joy.  

I grew up hearing my friends and neighbors tell dozens of stories about their siblings. These sibling stories were filled with love and fun adventures, which was something I did not have. As the years went on, a part of me became sad when I would hear these stories or see my friends interacting with their siblings. I knew my parents loved me unconditionally and that our family was "perfect," but a part of me felt like something was missing.  

Being an only child for eight years had its blessings, don't get me wrong. However, Karli Sue was one of the best things that God has blessed me and my family with. Our lives were forever changed on that October day. 

She was the final piece of the Molis puzzle. We were complete.