After participating in the Suicide Death March that is Costco on a Saturday (with two kids in tow), I hopped into the driver's seat and breathed a sigh of relief. Phew. Made it.
A quick look at the clock: 1:23 PM. On the dot. And back I went...it was really just one year ago today at the exact same time:
"Whitney, her shoulders are out, do you want to reach down and pull her on to your stomach?"
Without too much thinking (who's in any condition to think after birthing a baby?) I reached forward and lifted the screaming (good sign), pink, gooey little baby with that perfectly round head right up on to my chest. And before savoring the moment I double checked - yes, it really was a girl (DH did the same thing, might I add).
And then I cried. Those sweet tears of sheer joy, awesome relief, and partial insanity. Our sweet Miss M had arrived without so much as a hiccup. After a false start the night before, we arrived at the hospital at 7:45 AM (after walking the neighborhood with all sorts of contractions from 5:45-7 am).
"Great. You're at a 6," our cute and so awesome nurse, Julieanne, explained matter-of-factly. "I'll double check with the dr, but I'm pretty sure we'll keep you."
Epidural at 11. Sweet manna from heaven, I call that.
Start pushing at 1:15. Just one push into it.
"Don't push anymore. I've got to go get the dr."
A doctor and 2 pushes later, the marvelous Miss M joined our family.
(DH even offered up to the dr 3 minutes later that he thought he could talk me into #3. Timing is everything, my dear.)
And so, today (and for a few more days), we get to celebrate. Celebrate birth. Celebrate life. Celebrate relief. Celebrate family. Celebrate nestling-in cuddles and wide open mouth kisses. Celebrate crawling and eating and babbling and standing all by yourself. Celebrate humming yourself to sleep and reaching and grunting for what you so decisively know you want. Celebrate bat wings in your hair and blue sparkles in your eyes. Celebrate squinting your nose and throwing your food. Celebrate graduation to whole milk and a front-facing car seat. Today, Miss M, we ceremoniously celebrate YOU.
And, thank you, for choosing US. Happy First Birthday, Sis.
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5 comments:
Beautiful sentiments! Happy Birthday sweet girl! You are a lucky little bean to have the mommy and daddy that you do!
What a sweet tribute to your little doll. She is so gorgeous- happy birthday sweet one!
BTW, try Costco on a Saturday with 5 kids. Why did I do that? Oh yeah, to provide entertainment for all those other Costco shoppers.
Whitney!! So cute. I can not believe that she is one years old! Happy birthday to you, Ms. M.
Seriously, how did it happen so fast? you guys make beautiful kids...maybe you should make another. ha ha ha. And yeah, Costco is hard with kids, but add in Sat and you are a glutton for punishment my dear!
Happy Birthday to your sweet 1 year old!!
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