For example: The week before her due date, I started crying because we didn't have any diapers fer the baby. David suggested we run to Target after dinner and get some diapers. But NO! I didn't WANT to go buy diapers! I was just sad that I didn't feel like I COULD go buy diapers. Irrational, but that's what I was dealing with.
Since Caroline has been born, I've been pleasantly surprised by the fact that I'm not nearly as neurotic and paranoid as I thought I would be. Our pediatrician talked to me a lot about this baby not living in a bubble, and it turns out that I'm happy to take her out and about, and more than happy to share her with the friends and family who were so supportive of us during this pregnancy.
As one person said as she held Caroline over the weekend, "This baby has been prayed into the world."
|so many people love this girl!|
But geography limits the kind of party we can throw, so we decided to have a post-baby-shower in my hometown, otherwise known as a "Sip & See." Because you sip champagne and see the baby, obviously!
|and who wouldn't want to see this baby?|
It had been really hard for me to go back home after Eliza died, because for so long I had envisioned taking her there with us and introducing her to everyone. My visits home in the past year and a half were few and far between. So in many ways, this felt like a true homecoming. It was so great to see so many familiar faces, and it was even better to know that they were all there to celebrate the kind of joy that comes after such great sorrow.
We didn't make any big speeches, we didn't have any expectations. We just hugged people and chatted with them and let our sweet baby girl be the center of attention.
|not quite so sure about cousin Paige's intense love|
|Papa makes it all better, Nana observes closely|
|This is totally normal for us.|
|Caroline is still not interested in boys yet|
I didn't hear Caro squawk or fuss once! She loves to be held, and she didn't care who it was as long as they were swaying or bouncing and talking sweet to her. So I don't know about anyone else, but the guest of honor had a great time. And by the end of the afternoon, she was completely worn out.
And she wasn't the only one!
It was the best way possible to spend the holiday weekend. And since we've been home and back in our regular routine, I've been thinking a lot about how our two girls are a reminder of how fragile life is and how lucky we are to find ourselves surrounded by people we love.
I'll raise a glass of champagne to that anytime.
|special thanks to Blair for this kick-ass hair bow|