What a birthday ~ what a baby girl . The other weekend we celebrated your very first birthday. I can hardly believe it. I had imagined it was going to be a really really tough day for me. Selfish, I know, but honestly that’s what I thought. However I learned that it really was the anxiety leading up to the day that was far worse than the actual SHE’S ONE factor.
In reality LOVED your birthday. I loved how you woke up at 6:05 am for a lil snack. It was if you wanted to say hi to your mommy at just the right time. I loved how a few hours later your daddy and I snuck into your room to sing you happy birthday. I love how you got to celebrate with your DC family. I love how Grandma and Aunt Joanne came too. I love how you laughed, ate, giggled, ate, and played happily all day long. I love how we laughed at how looooooong labor was and how wonderful the midwife experience was. I love how we can look back and not wish there was a single thing different about that oh-so-perfect day. I loved looking at all of the pictures of the past year and marveling at just how amazing life changes in one short SHORT year.
Since I’ve taken forever to complete this lil letter ~ I’ll also add that in the week following your birthday you’ve turned into a communication sponge. I’m amazed at how the verbal and signing just ‘clicked’ all of a sudden. Its soo fun / funny to watch you tell us what you want. EVERYTHING you want.
Unfortunately the whole asthma thing / nebulizer thing has taken a turn for ick. We have your next appointment in a few weeks with your doc and mommy’s armed with lots of questions and is looking into more holistic options as well. This nightly torture is just not fair to anyone and frankly – I don’t see your cough getting any better at all.
Speaking of ick…you want your diaper changed at 4-5am everyday now. Since your now a year old I think its fair for me to be honest with you and tell you – CUT THIS CRAP OUT. Since I don’t sit around in wet undies all day, your Daddy or I do the change, but I’d much prefer you sucking it up as you had previously.
This morning we dropped you off at daycare and from Miss Betty’s arms you waved bye bye to daddy and I with both hands. Despite me wanting to play with you all day myself, it seems you really like to play there. The other day I walked in to find your BIG lil body lounging in an ity bity baby bouncy seat. Miss Molly told me that you and Avery (the big girls in daycare) climb into the baby seats when they’re empty and just rock and giggle.
You make me giggle,
Mama of a 1 year old
