A year ago I went out to get a relaxing pedicure before the big D day. It was amazing. I remember sleeping fairly well that night. I woke excited and scared. I've always gone into labor on my own. None of this scheduled c-section stuff. It was weird. However, as I was waiting in the hospital lobby the contractions did start. Then I realized how much I didn't really need to be reminded of the pain this time around that contractions are. lol About 2 hours later a beautiful LOUD girl made her entrance and completed our family.
I can't help when I rock her or snuggle her to think of all the things we'll be able to do together. The mommy/daughter stuff that I see my girlfriends do with their little girls. At the same time I still wish she was that 7.5 pound little baby for just a wee bit longer. What I would give to get a whiff of that newborn baby goodness. Just thinking of the past year and all the changes I'm tearing up. Did I take in each and every moment that I should have? Did I enjoy every bit of it? Enough to remember it in 4 years? I'd like to think I did considering my bout with PPD. :)
Chloe bug you are loved more than you can imagine! Thank you Lord for blessing us with this precious girl.



