It’s just unbelieveable to me that my kids are about to turn a year old. In some ways, the last year has totally flown by, and in other ways, it seems like it has been forever. So, in anticipation of the big first birthday, I am going to blatantly steal from my blog-buddy Carrie and countdown the last twelve months in the twelve days leading up to August 3. Plus, the joy of scheduled posts means that you can count on new content while I’m trekking the kids all around the Midwest. I may pop in to say other stuff about our trip, but here goes for a guaranteed post-a-day for the next 12 days.
The first month is a blur in my memory. Blog posts were sparse, photos weren’t as frequent as they are now.
I was so proud to make it to August. My original due date was August 31, and I always knew that if I could just make it all the way to August, we’d be in good shape. July 30 was my first late-night trip to L&D, and I knew things were on their way to happening that week. By Thursday night, August 2, contractions came back. In the wee hours of the morning, we woke up the on-call doctor and off to the hospital we went. 6:03am on Friday, August 3, and the kids were here.
They spent a pretty uneventful time in the special-care nursery, and came home at exactly one week old. My dad and stepmom were the first to meet the grandkids in the hospital, then my in-laws came to town when they left the hospital, and then my mom. I struggled with the breastpump, we had Daniel’s bris and Rebecca’s naming, and I discovered that my feet had grown substantially! By the end of the month, visitors were gone, M was back to work, and I was a bona fide SAHM.