I've been choked with nostalgia, yes, nostalgia, over where we were two years ago. First, in anticipation of the birth. On Mother's Day I remembered being in early labour. I laughed over my water breaking in the proverbial gush as I stood up during a conference call (from home, thankfully!) I fondly reminisced about the walks we took to get labour going when it seemed all contractions stopped. I cringed just a little at the memory of the nurses, shocked because we stopped at Starbucks on the way to the hospital. Hey, it was early!
What I did not feel nostalgic about was the actual final push of labour. Not fun. Not fun at all. But then I had my sweet little girl. She nestled in right away and was nursing within minutes. The second time around you are so much more relaxed and can actually appreciate so many of those little moments. Like her big sister, not even two herself, walking in the room after not seeing me for a few days and only having eyes for her little sister.
I could write a love letter to my daughter right here, but I took care of that already and tucked it into her momento box. Instead I will share my favourite picture from yesterday and simply say, Happy Birthday Smilosaurus!