4 years ago today I was a mess.
My water had been broken for 48 hours and I was alone and just wishing for labor to actually start. I was missing my husband who was in Iraq and I was sad to be a burden on dear friends who where waiting for me to call them with labor news so they could come. Nothing was working so I did the only thing I could do. I cried. I cried and as soon I stopped sobbing and committed myself to a nap, labor actually started. I was so so very happy, more tears of course because I was thrilled and called everyone. Labor was 5 hours, peaceful, safe, and both baby and I healthy. One of my dearest friends spent the night with baby and I and brought breakfast the next morning even. My little Storm baby was in the world. It was my hardest pregnancy, so sick, and it changed me in many ways. I think I became closer to nature and further from ideas of fate. It was my first home birth and hung on to it doing all the research I could and making sure we where safe but I pushed for it, and I fought hard to give my baby the time she needed to come in her own way. Course she had to make me wait till I was near a broken mess. Thats her though, she has her own time, her own way. She is my little force of nature and I adore her. She is simply beautiful and at 4 I still look at her in wonder. I can’t tell the moon when to set and I can’t tell her to stop sucking on her fingers. LOL She is my reminder that things will be what they will be and we have to just make the best choices we can and hold on for the ride.
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I wanted to take a moment to share where I found the above template for Photoshop Elements, I have PSE7. Link Here It is free and there are directions on how to set up the story board. I think they are adorable and I am so thankful to those who take the time to make them and share them with the rest of us!
Is there anything special you do to help you remember your little ones as they grow older? I have a horrible memory so I try and write down what I can and I am trying to get better at taking photos. Every year on the childs birthday we cuddle up in the evening and tell that childs birthing story. They love it in a way I never thought they would. Even my 12 year old begs for her story, her special time. I am so blessed.
Awww…happy belated birthday to Libby! I love all the pictures – she certainly has grown. It’s funny, when I look at my oldest (2.5 years) I still think she is a small baby, but then I compare her to pictures taken a year or more ago and realize she is now a little girl. Where does the time go?
It’s good that you write everything down. I’m hoping my blog will help me keep better track of things like that.