Today my daughter is one year old. Fucking what?! It’s stupid crazy to me that at the time I’m writing this last year I had just popped out a very squished purple faces being and it’s even weirder that in the hours and complications that followed that I survived losing 2 liters of blood.
My husband still can’t talk about it without crying and I can’t remember most of it.
I’m kinda sad that the birth of my daughter was so traumatic. I envy other women that just got to hold their baby right after they were born and just relax in all the messy glory that is birth.
But whatever. We made it!
One year later we are eating all kinds of solid food (everything but fish and sticky feeling fruit), all dogs are “leela”s dada is play time and her favorite word because dad is a jungle gym. She’s using mama more often which makes me smile, she needs alone time in her crib in order to poop, she really enjoys straps and strings, we got just about all the front teeth in or breaking through, and she is so close to walking it hurts.
To say the least it’s been an oddly uneventful/sorta exciting 1st year.
We are having a small party on Sunday with close friends and family and then penny has her one year well check on Tuesday and then she and grandma noodle are leaving for Portland.
Andrew and I are going to spend a month packing, tying up loose ends, and being us for a bit before packing a uhaul and road tripping to Portland.
Its a new and exciting chapter in our lives and I can’t wait to see what the future holds :)