Time Flies

Nine months ago today, Little Miss Olivia graced the world with her presence and change my life forever.

A week past my due date and two days of labor later, Olive came by way of a C-section (none of this was in my plan).

Olivia's first photo with Mommy and Daddy.

From the day she was born, it has been rare for her NOT to have an opinion on something. She had a distinct personality from day one. Strong willed, joyful, stubborn, silly, determined and loving.

About six months before getting pregnant with Olivia, I had gotten pregnant with another child but miscarried before making it to my second trimester.

To say I was devastated would be an enormous understatement. I was broken. There was nothing I could have done to prepare myself for the feeling of loss that took over every inch of my body.

Thank God for my husband, my family and my friends. But, most of all my husband. He was my rock, and through the next few tough months, he helped me heal. The miscarriage changed me for the worst, it made me a person I didn’t know and didn’t like. The support, humor, encouragement and love of the hubby was truly what got me back to myself.

The hubby and me.

Shortly after starting to feel like myself again, we found out I was pregnant. Along with the excitement came the fear of losing another baby. Because of that I cherished the vomiting, the aches, the big belly and the sleeplessness from a very active daughter who liked to run marathons at night. (I was however MORE THAN ready for her arrival when she finally made her debut).

Fast forward nine months, and I still almost can’t believe I’m blessed enough to have such a wonderful baby girl.

For every ornery, sassy moment, there have been so many more full of snuggles and wet baby kisses. For every fit, there have been so many more wonderful firsts – smiling, laughing, rolling, sitting, clapping, waving and so on. And for every night she’s barely slept a wink, there have been multiple nights I’ve gotten to watch her sleeping peacefully. Olivia has been and always will be my angel baby.

Happy three-quarters-of-a-year birthday to my little ladybug. Looking forward to what the next few months and lifetime have to bring.