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Tomorrow is June 19th. Lucy’s due date. Of course, she decided to stay inside me for almost another week (and now that we know our daughter one year later…this decision of hers makes perfect sense). But her due date will always hold a special place in my heart. Her due date came after years of loss, of fear, of uncertainty. Her due date was received as this incredible promise of new life and hope.
And one year later, she brims with all the emotions that were first tangled up in that special date given to me by my doctor. Joy. Laughter. Love.
Lucy is almost one year old and decided to start walking this week. She’s tentative but clearly capable. Yesterday, she took a solid eight steps. Of course, this happened in our kitchen. It’s the place Lucy and I spend the most time during the day. I imagine it will stay like that for quite a few years.
We’re in a flurry of activity as we get ready for her birthday party on Sunday. I can’t wait to see my plans come together because right now our house is a small disaster. Thankfully, Lucy doesn’t seem to mind.
22/52
Lucy is sleeping against my chest as I type. At eleven months and one week, she still likes to sleep close enough to hear my heart beat. I wear her now for at least two hours a day, which means that she’s both big and small. Small enough to be carried. Big enough to make her mama’s shoulders ache. Small enough to want to be this close. Big enough to remind me this time won’t last much longer.
Today is her papa’s 30th birthday. We woke up and made biscuits and gravy. Later this evening, we’ll feast on bahn mi and ice cream cake. Lucy barely understands it now, but she’s so blessed to have Ryan as a father. He is both strong and gentle, and he loves both of us more and better than I could have ever hoped for…happy Birthday sweet Ryan! The world is such a better place because of you.
20/52
She makes us laugh. She makes us laugh so hard sometimes that I don’t remember how I ever lived life without this constant joy-maker in our home. She talks and laughs and shows us her ten little teeth. She crawls across the floor with such ferocity that I have to stop and watch her already developing zeal for exploration.
She throws the ball for Margot and then claps in delight when its brought back to her. The sight of her uncle, her grandma, her Mimi, her papa, her family…it brings her so much joy. She bounces and squeals as they walk up the path to our home. Her love grows and grows.
This week I’m missing my own mom and dad (who are on a much deserved 3 week vacation in France). I know Lucy misses them too. She hasn’t been sleeping as well during the day (naps have gone from 90 minutes to about 30) but night time sleep has improved. Drastically. I only wake up once a night to nurse, and I’m starting to feel, dare-I-say, well-rested.
We’ll head to Mom and Me Yoga in a few hours, where Lucy will no doubt delight (and slightly terrorize) her baby friends. I will relax in the company of other new moms and try to get at least a few good stretches in. Here’s to another beautiful week in 2014. I hope you are having a great one.
19/52
We are sleeping better. Going to bed is no longer a battle (but it still involves a marathon nursing session). She sleeps longer at night. She sleeps longer during the day. For the past week, my very active and aware daughter has taken two, HOUR LONG, naps each day. It’s no surprise that I’m blogging more…naps are a heaven-sent for my to-do list.
Lucy explores our house with such ease now. She crawls from room to room almost faster than we can keep up. She’s especially fond of our bathroom (what child isn’t, I guess?). Our toilet seat remains down lest little hands decide they want to splash again.
Each morning, Ryan watches her for an hour, allowing me time to work and write. Lucy knows I’m in our office though and on most mornings, as the clock nears nine, I hear her little legs and arms scamper toward the door. She pulls herself up and starts asking for me, “ma-ma, ma-ma.” I finish my work (as I’m just about to do now), pick her up, and hold her close in my arms. It’s the best way to start a day, I think.
