2 posts tagged “anniversary”

One year ago today, I knew for sure that Baby C was coming. In fact, one year ago today I had already started calling him "Baby C", but I didn't know he would be a "he". "Baby C" really refered to the unknown being residing in my belly and already zapping me of all nutrients and energy.

It's nice to know some things haven't changed.

More importantly, though, it's been a year since I knew my life as I knew it was going to change dramatically. I just never fully understood how dramatically. You think you know what's involved in being a mother, in bringing a new life into the world, in being fully responsible for another being's existence. Then, a few short months later (extremely short months that also seem to drag on and on - until they're over and you wonder where they went), you hear your baby's first cry and wonder, "Am I ready for this?"

That's a trick question, by the way. The answer, I've discovered, is both "Yes" and "No."

So, for one year, now, I've knowingly been responsible for someone other than myself. For one year, I've taken better care of my body than I ever have (and, come to think of it, I really ought to continue this). For one year, I've nurtured my little Baby C to the best of my ability. And in the past year, I think I've been to the doctor more times than I had in all of the 1990s.

I spent this anniversary in bed, nursing a flu-like bug that Baby C, my ever so generous boy, lovingly passed to me. It's very different from how I spent the evening last year, when I lay in bed with my husband, poking my still-flat belly, and wondering what kind of a mother I would be. Now, a year later, I miss my still-flat belly, but I know what kind of mother I am (or, at least, I think I do).

It's been one whole year since I started taking care of my little boy - one whole year since it's no longer been about me. If you asked me last year what I thought my life would be like today, I don't know what I would have said. But if I could pass a message to myself last year, I'd tell myself to relax, slow down, and enjoy being able to take a shower whenever I wanted without worrying about how long it would take the baby to realize I've left the room.

Oh, and I'd tell myself to start babyproofing right away. :-)

One year ago today, my husband and I were married... and life hasn't been the same since. Marriage agrees with us, I think, but Chris and I were together for so long before our engagement, it's not like life became dramatically different. No, that happened about eight months ago when we found out we were expecting.

And now, Baby C is 10 days old. It will never be "just the two of us" again. :-)