Two years ago today, I gave birth to a 7lb 15oz baby girl named Olivia Rose. After laboring at home until I was 7-8 centimeters, we took the agonizing 15 minute drive to the birthing center to finish the job. Little did I know that in less than 2 hours, my body would do its job and safely bring this sweet baby into the world. And yes, I did it 100% drug free. And yes, it hurt like hell.
It's true what they say. The older you get, the fast time flies by. I'm familiar with Einstein's theory of relativity, but I don't have to be happy about it. Watching your child grow and mature before your eyes is an interesting, wonderful and sad thing all at the same time. It truly feels like yesterday I found out I was pregnant and now she's reciting the alphabet backwards and counting to 10 in 4 different languages. When did all of this happen? It's really hard to comprehend.
Now I won't lie, motherhood is NOT always a bowl of cheery f*cking cherries. Although it is rewarding and full of wonderful, sweet moments; it's also a whole lot of scream filled cries, impatient demands, extreme sleep deprivation, sticky messes, smelly messes, purposeful defiance, and let's not forget a whole lot of ungrateful whining. And I wouldn't trade a single bit of it for the world. To quote my clever brother Adam, "You chase your dreams, it's what you get". So insightful.
Happy Birthday sweet Olivia Rose! Your parents love you more than you'll ever understand. That is until you have your own little bundle of stinky joy :)
