I’ve been a Mommy officially for 7 years now. It’s been quite an adventure! When I found out I was pregnant, I was instantly in love with her. Of course I didn’t know it was a her at the time, but that’s how I referred to my developing baby.
We had many scary moments during my pregnancy with 2 hospitalizations and 16 weeks of bed rest. If that wasn’t enough, Miss Pickles came 7 weeks early, required life saving surgery at 1 day old, and spent our first month together in the NICU.
Talk about a rough start!
But then she came home, and my life felt complete in a sleep-deprived, never-go-anywhere-in-the-house-alone kinda way.
I was a Mom.
Truthfully, throughout my life I never really thought I’d be a Mom. Not that I didn’t want to be, I just always had other plans for my life that motherhood didn’t fit into.
But then she happened.
It’s truly amazing to watch something that starts out as only a tiny flicker on an ultrasound develop into something that kinda looks like a baby on ultrasound. And then you hold this creature in your arms and you are changed forever. It seems now I can’t remember my life before her. It almost has no meaning, as if it all didn’t really start until she showed up.
Miss Pickles reminds me daily of what is important (and what is really not). I laugh more. There is more joy, well really more of everything in my life.
And for that I’m grateful to her.
Happy Birthday, Miss Pickles!!!
I love you to the edge of the world and back.