Exactly one year ago today, I began to have what I only hoped were the first twinges of labor. I was overdue and getting close to the date my doctor told me that I would have to be induced. I did not want to be induced so I was so excited that things were getting started. I went to bed and was really never able to sleep so at about midnight, I got out of bed, I told John I was pretty sure that I was in labor. I let him sleep because I knew that it was still very early and I thought one of us should be well rested. I was up the whole night, I went on facebook , watched silly tv shows and as silly as it sounds, I just enjoyed the last few hours of having Olivia safe inside me. At about 5 am I got John up as the contractions were getting a little intense, we made our phone calls for Johns cousin Melanie to come watch the girls and to my friends Emily and Heidi and of course my mom. Melanie came over and Emily and I and my mom and John headed to the hospital, Heidi met us there. About eight hours after arriving at the hospital, little Miss Olivia arrived. It was an amazing moment as all births are. I was so excited to hold my baby girl in my arms and to nurse her the first time.
So much has changed in the last year. It has been a year of firsts and how excited they make us all. We all got excited over her first smile, first time she rolled over, the first time crawling, first taste of cereal, peas, green beans or whatever new food she was trying, her first steps, her first words! She can say "doggy" (Auntie Emily taught her that one), "ball" and "kiki" (kitty), da da, and that is about it. She says ma ma sometimes but I am not sure if she means it or if she is just making noise.
I absolutely can not believe that my baby girl is turning one. I am excited and sad at the same time. I love watching her grow and I love watching her explore the world but there is a small part of me that wishes she could be little forever.
Olivia at one day old.
Olivia at almost one year old.
We had a little birthday party for Olivia last weekend. It was small with mostly family and it was wonderful. Olivia did not like her cake, making it three for three in this house. None of my girl have liked their cakes, in fact, they have all cried when they touched it.
