It was a glorious day. You slept 11 1/2 hours last night and played happily in your crib after you woke up. You gave me snuggles and hugs and kisses. And then you gave me a special Mother's Day nap -- over an hour and a half! What more could a momma ask for?
You are the best gift I have ever been given. I love you a million trillion bazillion godillion. And even more than that.
We went out for a special brunch today -- just you, me and Daddy. And then the plan was to plant a Mother's Day tree together in our front yard so we can watch each year as you and the tree and your little brother or sister all grow up together.
But we got sidetracked with a little red wagon. It was a random thought today but we went with it. And it turned into Daddy's big project. He was on a mission. I can't really say it was smooth sailing. But after 2 trips to Walmart, runs to 2 different Targets and a long time in the car stuck in a traffic jam, we got your wagon. And boy was it worth it. You LOVE that thing. And there is nothing, and I mean nothing, in the world that makes me happier than to see you lit up with joy. I think Daddy really knew how to make my day. Did I mention he also dusted, cleaned the bathroom and made the formula today? Your daddy is a good man.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I really am the luckiest lady in all the world. And I am so honored to be your mother.
I am writing this letter 2 weeks late because you give me very little time to write these days! You are one busy little girl -- crawling all over the place and getting into everything. Half the time I am literally out of breath from chasing you.
Oh and the other day I went to get you after a nap and there you were, standing up in your crib with your head and arms dangling over the side -- you almost gave me a heart attack!! Daddy and Papa lowered the crib that night!
These pictures were from the day you turned 7 months old. We took you to Lake Massapoag where Mommy grew up. It was such a wonderful, special day. Daddy and I love you so much.
Yesterday was a special day. You came with me to my 12-week appointment. We had to wait a little while in the waiting room. And you -- my little social butterfly -- you loved it. You smiled and laughed and played peek-a-boo with every person who walked by. You were the hit of the office, with your Pebbles style ponytail and your silly little giggles. You lit up the day. And you were so excited, I think you thought we were at Disney World or something.
And then it was our turn. I got on the table and faced the stroller so that you could see everything. I know you obviously had no idea what was going on and I know you won't remember it, but it was so amazing for me to share this special moment with you. You were sitting there smiling ear to ear while my midwife and I listened to the little thump-thump-thump-thump-thump of your little baby brother or sister. I'll never forget that moment. My two babies together.
Of all the millions of toys we have in the house, your very favorite is the cap to your bottle. Of course it is. You've been chasing that thing around the family room now for about an hour. You are a girl who wants to GO!! Mommy and Daddy better go buy some gates.
My story starts back in November 2007 when I miscarried at 9 weeks. I blogged my journey through loss, through the ups and downs of a new pregnancy and everything in between. To read my story of loss and life, click here:
My sweet daughter, Avery, was born on September 25, 2008. As her birth marked a new chapter in our lives, I felt it was time to close the last one and start fresh. I decided she needed her very own blog, separate from my experiences that came before her. And instead of writing this for her, I've chosen to write it to her.
Our sweet miracle
Avery Jane -- September 25, 2008
1 day old
Avery's debut on Good Morning America (January 10, 2009)