Last year right now (its 10:39am) I had just gotten checked into the hospital and had gotten my epidural by now. Then at 11:22pm that night Rachel was born 8lbz 1 oz and 20 inches long. My sweet baby was finally here!
This is my baby girl on Saturday at her birthday party. She is currently 28 inches and 16 and a half pounds. I can’t believe that we survived her first year. We did it.
Here are four scrapbook pages I made about her party.
I try to remind myself every day what a wonderful life I live. I try to keep in mind all the happy moments & I try to forget about all of the doctor appointments. Monday makes it one whole year since everything started. One whole year. I can’t believe its February again. I can’t believe how much has changed in this last year. This time last year all I could think of was finally holding my sweet baby girl. This February I’m worried about MRI’s, neurology visits and if my baby will be known as “the elephant baby” .
But one great thing to think of is Rachel’s birthday party on this Saturday. Everything will be perfect and I won’t let anything ruin her day. This party is just as much for our family as it is for Rachel. We survived one year of not knowing together. We made it this far together. We did it: together. Are you getting the theme here? I’ve always been a big family person. Always. So me having children didn’t change that. It just made that part of me more solid; more real.
