My baby is not suppose to be a year old yet. Technically I still have 30 hours and 51 minutes before she turns one. This has been such a hard week. I know I should be so excited and proud that my baby girl is growing up. And I am. At the same time, I just honestly cannot believe it has been a year. Every day this week I keep thinking back to what I was doing on these days leading up to her birth.
Last Wednesday was my due date. May 30th. I am SO glad she did not come that day. Her baby furniture had just arrived and we had to go pick it up and unload it at the house. Here I am on my due date helping move in her furniture! I wasn't in a huge hurry for her to come because I felt great. I just did not want to be induced, which they were going to do the next Tuesday. Therefore, I wanted her to come before then. The day after my due date I was doing all the old wives tales... Eating Mac and Cheese with A1 sauce, Eggplant Parmesean, walking, walking, walking. I DID not try the castrol oil...YUCK! But before I knew it, a few days later, she was here! Labor was not as I expected. Although going au naturale is what I had planned, I did not know that back labor existed and never imagined it would be that painful. With the good Lord's help and Michael by my side, we made it through it without that epi. Not to mention my amazing nurse who rubbed my back and legs and my Dr. who fanned me for 45 minutes! Those 18 hours flew by! (I don't think I thought that during the time though.)
I remember a nurse handing her to me and Lila's hand went immediately to my face. Oh, how I loved her! They say you can't imagine the feeling of holding your newborn baby in your arms, but you just really can't. There are no words.