It’s the first Friday of December and one week from today my little Margs turns one. I can hardly believe that this tiny little girl is nearly 12 months old. At this time last year I was off bed-rest and dealing with awful leg and joint pain wondering when the big day would come. 161 days was rough on my knees. For a woman who was at such high risk of pre-term delivery I shocked everyone and held out until 40 weeks. My miracle baby was born on her due date via induction. I still smirk when I think of it because I crushed the odds. Take that cervical incompetence!
We’re planning an intimate birthday celebration for little Margsy. Eleven people total. It feels fitting considering the nature of the pregnancy and how removed from the outside world I chose to be – I really turned inward and tried to focus my energy on being positive. The only people I really kept in contact during that time (apart from my mother) was my aunt and her children and my in-laws. They were the only people who really understood how terrified I was, how I was essentially holding my breath and hoping and praying that we’d get to take this baby home alive. It only feels right to celebrate her first year of life with the people who held me up during the most difficult journey of my life.
Now, enough about that because the more I type the more I remember and the more emotional I get. One day, I’ll tell you the whole story – I promise.
here are the items that found loving new homes this week.
20 or so bras & a corset from my wedding
Hoodie. Never fit.
22 baby bibs
okay two more.
Tiny baby shoes!
All these items were donated to loving new homes. I hope the lovely people who took these items home enjoy them as much as we should have!