Last year, I celebrated Mother's Day. Uhm. Newsflash: Being pregnant and being a parent are two entirely different things. And I'm not even terribly far into my adventure. Still, I feel I have truly earned the right to celebrate this year. The late nights, the hours spent cluster-feeding, the diapers changed, the worries.
And, even better, the smiles, laughs, coos, and LOVE. Oh, the love.
Last year. (11 Weeks Pregnant)
We spent the day traveling with my parents to Pennsylvania, visiting family. (I'm extremely carsick in these photos!) I haven't been to my hometown (Wellsboro, PA) in nearly a year. So, as a Mother's Day gift to myself, I asked Stephen to snap some shots of me with Ada in the town's central park. (OK. It's called "The Green" and is maybe a square block of green-space.)
Ada's gift to me? Cutting her first tooth. (Breastfeeding now scares me, but I think I'll get over it.) Oh, and I know it is likely nothing . . . but over the past week, she has been saying "mama" over and over again. I really think it's nothing, but she's increasingly saying it when she's tired/cranky/hungry and I'm not around. Then when I pick her up, she stops. So, who knows.
According to my mom, by the end of my first year, I had a vocabulary of over 100 words and could string together some primitive sentences. Anything is possible!
Here's a photo of me with my mother and my mother's mother. (And my Papa, too!)
And my father and my father's mother. (Happy birthday, dad!)
There's more, but it's time to head upstairs to bed. Hope you ladies all had a lovely Mother's Day! And if you haven't already, please read the wonderful med-free hospital birth stories I posted earlier today. Lots of great info there!
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