Adding on to the feeling of coming unglued…my daughter is officially 11 months old and 1 day. *cries*

I keep flashing back to a year ago, myself with a HUGE (and I mean painfully huge…) baby belly. The picture to the left is me a year ago, the day I turned 9 months pregnant with one month until her birth. Having just moved out of the maternity home (I don’t think I’ve written much about that…maybe I should.) and into Mark’s parent’s house by the grace of God. I spent my days washing, folding and organizing hand me down baby clothes, trying to make her little space just perfect. And then I refolded and reorganized some more. I was quiet and kept to my self, because it’s kind awkward when you first move in with your fiance’s parents. My back always hurt like crazy, so the heating pad was my best friend. I couldn’t sleep due to the massive belly, elbows nudging my tight skin from the inside, and horrible (HORRIBLE!) indigestion (and to think I want to do this all again?).

Yes, I was ready for Savannah to come.

And then I think about meeting and holding my little girl for the first time. I’d done that part before with Kaylee, but the kicker was coming home with Savannah and I was an official parent. The sleepless nights, up every 2 hours trying to master breastfeeding and contain the yellow oozing poo. It was quite the adventure that I don’t know how we survived. And my heart just sighs because I can hardly remember that little tiny baby I once held. We used to spend hours sitting in the rocking chair her feeding, me staring. So new and precious. The wild, crazy, laughing girl I see now is totally different. She is not a tiny baby anymore, she’s a little toddler. It’s hard to let go of that, but it’s a wonderful thing as well.

And thus, more reason for my heavy heart and sad days lately. My little girl is growing up way too fast.

How has it already been a year?