Another Baby Girl!

I was born in the Spring of 1966. I was the third child, another girl. I'm sure my parents were proud, but I'm sure their was a little disappointment when it was another girl! Eventually my parents would go on to have a total of six girls and no boys! Apparently God wanted my parents to have girls, lots of girls!

I was the first child to be born with dark hair. My two older sisters were born with blond hair. My dad's hair was black and my mom's hair was dark brown, however, my mom tells me that they both had blond hair when they were children. My hair was and always has been thick, which I am happy about.

Even though my parents would have three other babies after me, they always remind me of how I was the "baby" in the family for six years. Does that mean I was spoiled for six years?

One story from my birth, which sticks in my mind, is one my mother always tells me: My mother was giving birth and the nurse said, "Wow, look at all that hair!" Needless to say, my mom thought the nurse had forgotten to shave her down there, and had no idea it was the hair on her baby girl's head the nurse was talking about!

My parents named me Yvonne. My mom said she used to sell Avon and some people thought I was named after Avon or something crazy like that, which is totally incorrect. I love the name my parents choose for me, and couldn't think of any other name that would fit me!

My Mom's comments: You are named after a girl we knew, in Idaho with that name. I liked it. I had never heard of it before her. People just nick named you Avon because I sold it. It matched Yvonne. They called you big eyes more often.

They did not shave me! The nurses comment was because you had so much hair. I did try to sit up to see but couldn't. Your Dad almost missed seeing you born. I asked how would I know when you were coming? The nurse said oh you'll know. You will be pushing. I said I have been pushing for awhile . She checked & panicked. You were coming out. The Dr. said he'd go to lunch. That is why Dad almost missed it. We'll he had to go get clothes on to be with us to see you born. Not like now. You were born in Bountiful because it was the only one that Dad's could be there, at that time.

I did not have dark brown hair. I had sandy blond hair with lots of sun streaks. People pay good money for that now. I was blond as a child & growing up. But some of us blonds by our late teen years go dishwater blond. A name for dirty looking blond. I got darker with age.

Dad handled girls, it was Grandpa Poulsen that presured him on where was the boy for the family name & being his oldest son.

My Dad's comments: Your mother cried because you had so much hair all over your body. I told her not to worry because it would soon fall out, and it did.