It sounded interesting and I suggested that Matt and I give it a try.
This is my second Mother’s Day as a mom and so far we seem to be developing a tradition I never would have guessed…
I mentioned last year that today is now known as Star Wars Day because it’s the fourth day of May, so anyone with even an ounce of geekiness or sci-fi love for Star Wars has likely been wishing people “May the fourth be with you.”
Get it? May the fourth… May the FORCE be with you?
But before it was Star Wars Day, this day has otherwise been significant to me because it’s my Dad’s birthday!
So happy birthday Dad! And Missy Moo is hoping her poppy has had a great day. It was wonderful to celebrate with you this evening.
Dear Missy Moo,
It was one year ago that after being woken up several times throughout the night, I was starting to guess that I was possibly in the early stages of labour.
So what’s a girl to do? Well, I drove Daddy to a yoga class and then went on to a scheduled massage I had that morning. My massage therapist was able to confirm that my back spasms (which was actually back labour), was likely a sign of baby on the way.
Since my appointment finished before Daddy’s yoga class ended, I of course went to Shoppers to pick up a few things… and actually had to stop and lean on something a couple of times. Ha ha – whoops! When I did pick him up, I suggested he drive home since my contractions at this point were around 40-30 minutes apart and I probably shouldn’t have been driving all morning.
And so it began. We took it easy for the rest of the day and didn’t go to the hospital until 7 p.m. (and I’m so glad we stayed home as long as possible!). It was at 3:27 a.m on Sunday, February 24th that you were born.
I remember so much from that day and I can laugh about a lot and think fondly of other things. You’re not supposed to brag or talk about having a good pregnancy (which I did) and it’s basically a cardinal sin to admit if you had a good labour/birthing experience (which I also did). But I did… we did; you were awesome little girl.
I don’t think I’ll ever post the nitty gritty details, but if anyone ever wants to hear about your arrival, I don’t mind sharing the ups and downs of that day. :) It was kind of a big deal for us because you were the prize at the end of it all.
Happy birthday eve baby girl. It’s been an amazing first year.
Parents are often their own worst critic. Whether it’s mommy guilt, paranoia of what strangers think, or having someone you know roll their eyes because of some quirky parenting thing that works for your family.
But sometimes you’re in a situation and just roll with it. Now what I’m about to describe is by no means epic or something to be documented for the ages, but it’s something I’ll remember and it’ll probably happen again and again.
A couple of weeks ago, Missy Moo and I had a pretty busy Friday. She managed to have a short morning map, but it was clear she was still a very tired baby.