I love love LOVE hearing a good birth story. But…this is not that post. Sorry! The long and short of my birth story is that I got induced, said yes to all the drugs, and then delivered this miracle weighing in at 8 lbs, 9 oz, on 10/18/17. I am grateful every day that she is healthy and seems to be adapting to life pretty splendidly.
This blog will not solely be about being a mom, but I’d be lying if I said it isn’t going to come up pretty often. But today, I truly just want you to meet her! She spends her 8-5 in our neighborhood at the home of an angel-sent-from-God caregiver, along with a handful of little buddies. There, she is learning to make friends, sing and dance, and generally how to be a kid. Here’s a quick collection of the pictures that melt my heart.
As of writing this post, she has recently learned how to REALLY walk and even run a bit. She kisses your face by opening wide and giving a big lick. She loves pillow fights and dancing and reading books. She REALLY loves berries – like they-are-going-extinct sort of love. And she has two parents who enjoy the work they do and who are trying really hard to raise a good person.
You’ll see her show up on this blog and on instagram, usually under the name of #CRRtheBabe.