It was a "no tech Tuesday". Nate walked to the library with the dog, while I rested at home. I was exhausted- I had done curb walking and pineapple eating and all of the tricks that are supposed to make stubborn babies be born.
He had been gone for just a few minutes when my water broke. I panicked. I rushed around, making sure I had everything I needed in my hospital bag. I tried to call Nate, and heard the phone ringing in the kitchen. Of course he left his phone. It was no tech Tuesday.
I called my mom. I felt perfectly fine, but I knew this baby was coming. It felt like Nate was gone for hours, but in reality, it was only 25 minutes. I told him my news and he panicked. He rushed around. We left a couple of hours later only to be told we could not go to the hospital we had been counting on. I thought it was the end of the world. But eight hours later, we had our beautiful girl, who didn't notice that she wasn't born at the right hospital.
This year has sped by, as everyone said it would. We've had some panic and some rush, but mostly we've been trying to enjoy each smile and coo and milestone. Some people consider 1 year olds to be toddlers, but it doesn't matter to me what this stage of life is called. I don't want to be sad that "babyhood" is over- I am just thankful that she is in our lives.
