Due to Jada's crazy birth (had her within an hour and 20 minutes in arriving to the hospital/doctors realizing I was some kind of rare "speedy labor" type), my doctor was nervous about waiting for labor and insisted on inducing labor prior to my due date...so I was being induced on the morning of the 8th. Needing to arrive at 4:30am on 11/8, we'd made plans for Jada to spend the night of 11/7 with her grandparents. SOOOOO 11/6 was my last night with her.
And I just remembered being sad in a way, that this was my last night of it being just me and her, that our lives would change drastically. I feared that I would never again be able to devote the same amount of time to just her. I was sad bc although she sorta knew, as much as a 19-month old could understand that mommy's having a baby, she didn't really know that essentially "this was it." And I cried and cried as I held her while she slept.
Weird huh? Probably those pregnancy emotions/hormones.
But she has always handled it like a rock star.
Sigh. Love those girls.
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