.....was a Sunny Sunday.
.....was Father's Day.
.....I was blessed with my precious daughter.
Like most first time Mother's, I had many preconceived notions of what Motherhood would be all about. Starting with, intentionally planning a summer baby so I could sit by the pool with my baby while on maternity leave! Haaaaaa.
Eleven years ago today, while my husband was still asleep, I called both of my sisters to tell them I was having contractions. I also called the Dr. All of them told me, if I was walking around, talking, and was not uncomfortable, I had time and not to rush to the hospital. After all this was my firstborn!
Eleven years ago today, while my husband slept and I was having contractions, I made my husband lunch to bring with us to the hospital. I showered, did my hair, put on my makeup, put my overnight bag in the ford explorer, along with his lunch. Then I woke him up...never realizing it may be his last good nights' sleep for years!
Eleven years ago today, I walked into the brand new, Worcester Medical Center maternity ward at 10:30 a.m. and explained I was having contractions. At 10:40 a.m.I kindly gave them a urine sample after putting on my gown, as prompted to.
Eleven years ago today, at 10:45 a.m. I told the nurses I had the urge to 'push'. By the look on their faces, they thought this poor girl has no idea what she's in for. After all this is her firstborn!
Eleven years ago today, at 11:08 a.m., I held my baby girl in my arms after an all natural speedy delivery.
I loved being pregnant. I loved not knowing the sex of the baby, yet, knowing in my heart all along that we were having a precious baby girl. I loved that we were so naive, that we put her in the motorized swing when she was 3 days old.
I love telling the stories of burning out the vacuum cleaner and hair dryer from having to run them for hours while she was colic. I loved that my husband drove us around the neighborhood for hours so both baby & Mommy could sleep while she was colic.
I love the story of trying to shave my legs on a Friday night, in the shower, and starting to cry because my glasses kept fogging up and being so tired not realizing I shouldn't have 'em on in the shower. I loved that we were too naive to realize how crazy it was to go househunting in FL from MA when she was only 3 weeks old. And even crazier to think we moved to FL for a job transfer when she was 8 weeks old.
Becoming a Mom is one of lifes greatest blessings. Eleven years later, I am still counting my blessings for my precious baby girl.
Happy Birthday Sweetie!
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