I vividly remember the day... by this point on that day I had
- Called my boss to let him know that "I don't think I'll be coming in today"
- Startled the hubs awake
- Called my mom
- Called my aunt to see if she could watch TT (she couldn't, was driving her eldest to university... so her lovely girlie's came and watched TT for me)
- Was nagged at (numerous times) by the hubs that we should "get going", so as to not deliver in the car, on the side of the road (I didn't listen)
- I knew that I could do it
- I knew that the pain I was feeling was my body doing what it needed to do
- I knew that relaxing into my contractions was far more effective than fighting them
- I knew that transition would.be.a.bitch
- I knew that once I hit transition, it wouldn't be long
- I knew that the moment you were in my arms, it would all be worth it
C-McC in a year you have changed so much.
- You have gone from my itty-bitty teeny-tiny, skinny-minny to my long & lean one year old.
- You have lost your soft & squishy newborn-ness
- You are crawling, cruising and I'm sure soon (so very, very soon) that you will be running (because walking is such a brief period)
- You are babbling (mom being your first word, followed by Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and dad)
- Your eyes light up when you see your brother and you now take great delight in torturing him (by pulling his train tracks a part, playing with his cars and being a general nuisance)
I love you as much today as the day I found out that you were going to be joining our family.
I can't wait to see the boy (and then the man) you will become, you are already so different from your loud, brash, opinionated brother. You are a quiet, more serious young man who offers everyone quick smiles. Everyone who meet you says they feel that you're an old soul (I agree... I see so much of your pépère in you... which could mean you'll give us a run for our money later on, but I hope not).
Happy birthday C-McC