A few weeks ago I posted about how even though I love to read about other people's kids, I felt a little weird about putting my kid's business out there.
Why? I don't know. And the whole birth story bit? I really do wish I would have written it down somewhere - just not here - because even though the whole day still feels very fresh when I think about it, I am having a hard time remembering the details. And I'm sad about that. The day she was born was absolutely the best day of my life and I would just about kill to relive the whole thing. From the moment we realized that I was indeed in labor, to the hours in the hospital shower, to the epidural I got at 10cm.... the 4 hours of pushing, and even the whole c-section thing. I loved every single minute.
Know why? Because Ryan was there with me. We did it together. I was doing the physical work, but he was doing the emotional work for me. And I really wish I would have written all day down somewhere.
Because now I'm trying to put together my 2010 album (I make a My Publisher album yearly) and I have a whole page reserved for all of the happenings of October 26... and while I do remember every single detail, I just can't put a time on certain things. Too bad I didn't have someone video tape the whole day. Then again, I probably don't want to remember what I looked like - the photos are bad enough. Real time footage of me in labor is probably just gross.
Here's my 11 week old girl with her Pacimal, Janet the Giraffe.
I could just die from the cuteness.
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