I’m sure every year around this time, for the rest of my life, I will reflect on and relive the birth of our daughter. This year in particular, it’s all I’ve been able to think about in the last month as we approach her first birthday tomorrow. Before I had a child of my own, I never understood the big deal behind first birthdays. “They’ll never remember it”, I said.
While it’s true that baby won’t remember her first birthday, it’s nice to celebrate this major milestone in her life so she’ll have pictures to see and stories to hear until she can make her own birthday memories.
It’s also a celebration for us as parents. A congratulatory pat on our own backs to celebrate the fact that we kept a human being alive for 12 months and she’s actually thriving! Woo hoo!
As a mother, it’s an opportunity to reflect upon one of the the most (if not the most) important thing I’ve done in my life. No matter the outcome of our birth story, I look back with pride on my birth day because delivering a baby is hard, hard work. It’s the toughest, yet most beautiful and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. I hope to write more about my natural home birth experience in the coming weeks, but for now I just wanted to leave a little memory in Rue’s virtual baby book.
Here’s the last pregnancy selfie I took on this day last year.
I was on the cusp of transitioning into active labor and Marty and I had just finished lunch at our favorite Thai restaurant. We walked around the neighborhood and the grocery store, and then settled in at home to take a bath, have a glass of wine, and get the birthing pool set up all while having contractions every 3-5 minutes.
17 hours and 44 minutes later, Baby Rue was born.
I absolutely could not have done it without the powerhouse of love and support that is my amazing husband.
Here we are today. Rue’s last selfie as a baby. Tomorrow she becomes a toddler.
I still can’t believe this tenacious, fearless, adorable, lovable little girl of ours was in there that whole time.
We love you baby girl.
Mommy & Daddy