Two years ago....

Two years ago today I was a nervous wreck. It was a Sunday. I was having an early dinner with my husband, my parents and my inlaws knowing that the next day, our family of two was going to become a family of three. I was scared to death. I was not prepared. I didn't know the first thing about taking care of a newborn. And the pain. I was so afraid of the pain. I don't do pain at all. What was labor going to be like? Was Brian going to pass out when I got my epidural? But I was so ready to meet this amazing little creature that had taken over my body for almost 9 months. When I went to bed that night I was wondering...what would she look like? Would she have red hair? Is it really a girl? Because if it's a boy, we are so screwed! I was bordering on the brink of an anxiety attack, but my neverending morning sickness demanded all of my attention as it had for the past 38 weeks. And that night was the first night in about 34 weeks that I did not receive a shot in my tummy. So thankful that part of the whole pregnancy was over.

Monday morning at about 5:45 am we headed to Williamson Medical Center. I am not sure if I told Brian just how freaked out and scared I was about what was about to happen to me. As it turned out...the labor was pretty easy and uneventful until it came time for me to push. Then it all went down hill from there. In the end, I had a c-section and there she was. I don't recall a lot about the whole day, but I do remember being in that operating room and telling my doctor that if she didn't have red hair, she could just put her back. I heard all the nurses and the doctor laugh when the pulled her out and informed me she didn't have red hair. I remember holding my daughter for the first time and crying my eyes out. Crying that I now had this amazing little girl. Crying for the big brother that she was never going to meet. Crying because my entire family had been there to be apart of this little miracle. I cry alot...did you know that? I can cry at the drop of a hat.

So, tonight Brian and I put our little miracle to bed. I told her that when she woke up in the morning, she was going to be a big 2 year old. She didn't seem to care much about that. All she wanted to do was hug and kiss her mommy and daddy.

And because I need to start posting more photos, here is a photo of Miss K at Brian's parent's house. She had just spotted an airplane and had to point it out and make sure that we all knew that she saw it!

ETA: She started screaming about 20 minutes after we put her down. So not normal for her. Brian and I went in to check on her and I noticed our cat, Socks was in there. Miss K was holding her fingers in a funny position, so I think the cat might have tried to bite her. Brian brought her back into the living room and got her calmed down. He told her it was time to go back to bed and she needed to go get in her bed. She ran in her room and said, "bad kitty". Then she looked under her bed to make sure the cat wasn't in there. LOL...Brian and I couldn't stop laughing.