It's been a year.
A heck of a year!
She arrived. With no drugs. Not a drop. Two days before her due date and seven minutes after we pulled up to the hospital. The midwife (or nurse or orderly or whoever it was that was standing in the nearest vicinity and was available to "catch" at that moment) laid her across my chest and covered her with a towel. I nursed her and snuggled her for a couple of hours before I finally handed her to the nurses for them to weigh, measure and bathe her. All 7 lbs. 14 oz. and 18 inches of her were perfect. A God-given gift. Small. Beautiful. My daughter.
|It is a wondrous thing to look into the face of love.|
|About 3 hours after she was born. I can't believe she was ever this small!|
I've learned more through being her mother than I ever dreamed possible. As my second baby girl, I thought she was going to be similar to her sister, more laid back if anything (because that's what everyone else said happens with baby #2) and would be, in general, a breeze.
She would scream. She had colic. She would only (and I really do mean ONLY) sleep on her tummy. Which made me a nervous wreck. She had reflux. Like projectile, "I have to change her outfit, my shirt, bra, pants and clean the floor," spit-up. She didn't want a paci or to be swaddled. She really didn't even want to be put down. Ever. My worst nightmare was putting her in a carseat. Especially if Brannen was in the car too. Which I usually had to do at least once a day. She didn't like the stroller, or the baby swing, or the bouncy seat or daddy, or anyone but me.
It was hard.
And I'm so thankful.
Because yesterday she turned one.
I think about how many mothers there are that would give anything to go through what I went through with Ada... if they could see their baby turn one.
Some babies don't. Adalene is one year old, and I'm so thankful.
Adalene Sarah Weathers. She's opinionated. A mama's girl. Funny. A good eater. Loves her big sister and wants whatever it is she happens to be playing with. She's a quick learner. Stubborn. Loud. Still really prefers to be held. A lot. She "pets" Hannah (our doberman) too hard, but doesn't mean to. She's sweet. So so pretty. And tough.
|I tried to have fun decorations even though we just had a "family" party. Adalene loved the rice paper lanterns!|
|Brannen said, "Mama, it will be so nice of me to help Adalene open her presents!"|
|The only pic I got all day of me and my girls.|
|Her cake. It's *ahem* organic. I sweetened the frosting with blueberries and found yellow sprinkles from the health food store.|
|She loved the icing, but like a girl after my own heart she had filled up so much on veggies she never did really dive in.|
|The girls ran around like crazy for about thirty minutes.|
|And then they were done. Dad was good with it. :)|
Happy Happy Birthday to my sweet Adalene. Looking forward to the next year ahead!