A Tribute To One Year, Part I

"All Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

This year, the best year of my entire life, was measured in diapers, wipes, bottles, onesies, smiles, kisses, crawls, and steps.  With that being said, I am going to do a series of posts that recall the events of what happened exactly one year ago to each date ending with Elise's birthday.  All complete with photos that everyone has probably already seen.  I am probably doing it more for myself and Elise (when she's older) than for my readers.  It is bittersweet that my little baby is turning one year old, so I want to hold on to those precious moments of when she was first born. I will start out the series with the weekend that led up to the Monday that Elise was born.

On Saturday, October 24, 2009, 18 days before my due date I woke up around 11am.  Because at that point all I wanted to do was sleep and lay around.  Jason had been gone for work since about 7am.  I stood up out of bed and thought "hmm.... what was that?  I think I just peed a little."  Went to the bathroom and still wasn't sure.  Anyway, I went on with my normal activities... eating and laying around.  In the back of my mind I kept thinking I was leaking fluid, but wasn't sure.  I did a little Googling, but it wasn't a whole lot of help.  I called Jason and explained the situation to him.

"hey, I think I might be leaking fluid or something.  At first I thought I could have peed my pants, but now I  don't think so."

"ohh... hmm.  Well, are you worried about it?"

"I don't know, maybe a little, should I be?"

"I don't know?  Call me if anything changes"

"ok, bye"

I guess if he wasn't worried about it, I wouldn't be either??  Since Jason was planning on being gone all day I thought I'd run up to BRU and get a few more things for the baby.  I was fine wandering around the store, Jason finally came home, and all was well.

October 25, 2009

Sunday was a little different.  I wasn't feeling the greatest and was pretty exhausted.  But nevertheless, I wanted a Dr. Pepper.  I had been feeling a little crampy throughout the day and told Jason I thought I was having contractions.  Still no worry on his behalf, so we drove to Wendy's so I could get a huge Dr. Pepper.  We got home and started making dinner when I was certain I was having contractions.  They weren't regular at that point and not painful, just annoying.  We ate chicken strips and mac & cheese for dinner.  Little did I know that would be the last thing I would eat for about 28 hours.  We went to bed and everything seemed fine.  I did not sleep well at all that night...