It's amazing to think that one year ago today, Chad and I were attempting to jump-start my labor in a thousand different ways. Homeopathics, herbals, acupuncture, walking, yoga, raspberry leaf tea, N.S. (sorry - I *cannot* write it out here)and everything in between. All that transpired in the following 24 hours is too much to record here, but when our arduous journey of labor and delivery finally ended, our real journey began.
Tate Donald Gilman. He entered the world purple and not breathing, bigger than we anticipated, with one ear shaped like a heart and a bit of a grimace on his face. After our move across Lake Ponchartrain and four exhausting months of colic, he started to emerge from the cloud of infancy into the beautiful, joyful, adventurous little boy that he is today.
It's impossible to step back and get an accurate picture of where we are in this stage of parenthood, in this stage of life, because we are in the midst of it and perhaps can't see what a miracle it truly is. A year ago, I couldn't imagine what he would be like. Today, I can't imagine anything better than being surrounded by this beautiful chaos of Radio Flyers, organic cake mix, wrapping paper, balloons and the World's Ugliest Hand-knit Hat that I have made special for this day.
What a blessing Tate is. And what an honor it is to be his mama.
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Always remember the journey goes much faster than you can ever imagine. Relish it all- Glad to see you documenting some thoughts too, as they slowly fade...Love you!
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