Exactly three years ago today I was in the hospital and terrified out of my mind!
I'll spare you the details, but it was a day and a moment that will forever live on in my memory.
It was the day I fell in love with the tiniest person imaginable and prayed I wouldn't screw him up.
I remember pulling away from the hospital and looking at my husband with wide eyes.
The conversation went something like this:
ME: "Wow, there's a baby in the backseat. How weird is that?"
HUBS: "I know, I can't believe they just let you take them home afterwards. Seems strange."
ME: "We're not even really certified, do the birthing classes count?"
HUBS: "I hope not, we failed at swaddling."
AND then we just died laughing. I'm pretty sure we laughed so hard we cried. Because in all honesty, at that moment, even though we planned everything and prepared the way you were supposed to, we both felt in over our heads.
I like to think we've been doing pretty well since that day. Sure, there's been a few bumps here and there, a few frantic unnecessary trips to the doctor and ER, but all in all, I feel like we've done a decent job.
And my little man is growing up before my eyes, making me more proud with each passing day.
There's a good chance I will cry at random intervals today. Never expected that either, but it happens every year. Please tell me one of you does this too. Am I alone?
Mommy loves you more than you know!