Saturday, July 7, 2012

Three

Today is an important day.

It's marked on every calendar I have, and I've been thinking about it for months now, trying to figure out what I want to do to celebrate, trying to anticipate how I might feel. It's been a source of some anxiety and wonder and excitement.

Three years ago, I fell in love.

I was in love before. For nine months, actually. I had thought my heart couldn't possibly grow any more. I was nervous. I wasn't sure what it was that I was supposed to be thinking or feeling, and I had no idea how much longer my c-section might take. It seemed to be taking a long time.

Then there was an intake of breath from my doctor, and everything was quiet for a moment, and I heard a nurse say, "Oh, she's beautiful!"

I waited to feel something different. I didn't feel anything. Just tired. And then ... and then I turned my head to the left and there she was, this tiny bundle of new baby, and I knew I'd loved her before but that love had been nothing compared to what I felt that moment, meeting my baby girl.

I became a different person entirely.




* * *


Roo is three today! I am so proud of her. She is the cleverest, sweetest, happiest, cutest three-year-old I know. She is my favorite thing ever.  I am so blessed to be her birth mom!

Happiest of happy birthdays, Roo! I love you.

5 comments:

LeahBurd said...

What a moving post. So beautifully written. I hope you find the perfect way to celebrate such an important day. Thank you for sharing.

birthmothertalks said...

Very sweet post. Happy birthday to your little girl. I use my daughter's birthday almost as a second birthday for me. I liked to be spoiled with attention and love and do something different than just sitting at home or working.

Betsy said...

Jill, surely you meant "two" where you wrote "three." There is absolutely NO FREAKING WAY Roo is three years old! Wow, kids make time fly!

The Blessed Barrenness said...

Happy Birthday Roo!
Thinking of you! xxx

Nicole said...

This post makes me think of what my birth mother might be thinking every year on my birthday.

Thank you for sharing