Emerson turned 1 on May 23rd, and I am still in shock. How did a whole year go by? Never mind that the year included my husband changing jobs and the family moving back to the beach, it just doesn't seem possible that Emmie should be 1.
As the days counted down to the 23rd I would say to myself "a year ago today was the day I went to the doctor thinking I had a bladder-control problem." Amniotic fluid? What do you mean amniotic fluid?
Then "a year ago right now I called Chris to tell him I'd had 11 contractions in an hour." He was all WHY AREN'T YOU PAGING THE NURSE???
"A year ago right now I had to be held back from trying to kick my ob-gyn in the teeth for that stupid smile on his face while I was having the mother of all contractions." COME HERE, I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT. Bastard.
In the end, obviously, it was all worth it. Here is the first pic of Emmie - it was taken with my phone because in spite of the fact I had been in the hospital for THREE WEEKS on bedrest, I still hadn't thought to ask someone to bring my camera to me. I know, my brilliance astounds me as well.
After she was born the doc said she weighed 4 lbs 6 ozs, but if you look at the grams on the scale and do the math you see that she apparently only weighed 4 lbs 3 ozs. Hmmm.
This is my favorite photo from her stay in the Special Care Nursery. She was just the tiniest little thing.
And now she's a whopping 17 lbs-something and crawling all over the place. I don't know where the time went, but it's been fun along the way.