So. My post didn't get written. I know there was a lot I wanted to say. But I'll get to that tomorrow. Right now I want to reminisce.
This day last year changed our lives forever. Even now as writing this I'm debating with myself; should I write my birth story? Should I just keep this short and sweet? I feel like if I get started I won't be able to stop. And I'm typing this from my phone while laying in bed and it's not the easiest, nor the most comfortable, thing to do.
Maybe I'll save my birth story for tomorrow. Or another day.
But at this exact moment last year I was in a hospital bed, complaining to Dustin because the Dr. wouldn't let me go home. Little did I know that we'd be having a baby in a few hours.
Everyone always says it, and maybe its a cliche but, I can't believe my baby is going to be one year old in the morning! How is this even possible? I know I've been here every day for the last year, I've seen her learning and growing and developing into the cutest little thing but what the hell!? How does time pass so fast??
Here's the last photo of her as an "infant" or a "baby". Who makes up these guidelines anyway. She will always be my baby.
And who am I kidding. It's not like this photo is going to last until morning. She wakes up every 45 mins allllllll night long. As a matter of fact...I started writing this at 11:15pm. It's 11:35 pm. I laid her down at 10:50pm and she's already awake again.
Happy new year and happy birthday my littlest one.