One year ago today, I woke up not feeling very good, and had a feeling that my plans to wrap pressents and get the Christmas tree up were not going to happen. By 8:30, I knew that we were heading to the hospital, so with Hudson and madalyn in tow, we headed off to "get checked" at the hospital. We were there 15 minutes when my water broke. So much for Monday's scheduled c-section. My doc showed up with his daughter in tow (he was planning a Father/daughter day of shopping). John was frantically calling around for someone (anyone) to come and get Hudson and Madalyn. With Aunt Susan on the way they rolled me into the OR, and I was getting worried that John would not make it. We got all prepped, and they started the big C, and John walked in minutes before they had Harrison out. My 3rd baby was born and weighed in at 9 pounds 3 ounces. And he had a BIG head! Sort of glad I did not ask for that v-bac. Here is his 5 days later at home.
And here is my little man at 1 year! He was such a ham, and an absolute doll baby. A Momma's boy all the way!
Harrison, a big boy at age 2.
Today, my big man is 3. He is totally daytime potty trained, talks NON STOP, loves to do puzzles, and is trying to write his name. Tonight, we took him to see Santa and eat Chinese food. He came home and played with his 5 new puzzles (Thanks Oma Ufer).
So here I am reflecting on the fact that my last baby is growing up so fast. I miss snuggling a newborn, and nursing a sweet tiny baby. Those days are gone. Now we snuggle up and read book after book after book. And I love that my kids are gaining their independence. This weekend, all 3 kids will head to their grandparents with Daddy. I have not had a Mommy only weekend since before Harrison was born, and while I need it, I know that I will miss my babies.