It’s been one year ago today since I went into labor with K-Kitten. I woke up at 6 am having contractions, went to the hospital at midnight, and gave birth to my darling daughter at 3:24am on the 15th.
I can still remember everything about this day. It makes it so hard to believe it has really been a year. The day I waited impatiently for, then wished I had just a little more time. The day Father Unexpected was gone to work for a 24 hour shift.
I remember going to work. Not able to drive, someone had to come get me. I remember downloading music to pass the time, I remember listening to that music in my hospital bed.
Has it really been a year? The calendar says it has. My beautiful baby has grown into a walking, babbling, all around wonderful toddler. And I couldn’t be more proud. It’s funny, mo matter how hard you try to hold on to those newborn/infant moments, you always want more time.
Since K-Kitten’s birthday is actually tomorrow, we will all celebrate then. Today I celebrate something different. I celebrate my pregnancy, my anticipation, and all those things that only another mother could understand.
Happy birthday baby… You’re not a baby anymore. And it’s bittersweet.
