If we could meet for coffee I would invite you into my come for coffee and greet you at my door with A in my left arm, alongside our two overly friendly pups. I would apologize for their over-love for people.
I’d offer you coffee, or tea or a big glass of water or ice tea if you’d rather. For me, I’ll have a bit of coffee in my small white coffee cup with blue flowers because that’s really all I have the desire to drink without being wasteful, and with that I’ll also have my large cup from the hospital full of ice water because the truth is, it’s become my favorite cup.
I’d then invite you into our living room where I’d probably sit on the left side of my couch cuddling sweet A, and invite you to sit wherever you would like.
I’d start by asking you how you have been? I’d asking how your Thanksgiving was and how life has been going since we last chatted.
I’d tell you how we met our beautiful little girl on November 16th at 10:31am via scheduled c-section because the cardiologist was concerned labor would be too much for my heart & if it would have been too much – it would have been too hard to get me back and since Ryan needs his wife & A needs her mama – it was most important that we played it safe.
I would tell you she was smaller than we predicted at 6 lbs 10 oz and 19 inches long and that she is perfect in every way.
I would tell you that we spent Fri-Monday in the hospital because of having a c-section but I was ready to go home by Saturday, so much so I was wearing normal clothes from Sat-Monday. I would say that the most frustrating thing about our hospital stay was the nurses changing every 12 hours and having a new set of “do things this way or that” and I was just ready to be home and be a mama my way.
I would tell you that Monday we got to come home which was a joyous, exciting thing – starting our new little life with our new little addition – also had a lot of heartbreak that night. That night we lost one of our fur-babies, he died in our arms after being hit by a car – that’s what is believed to have happened via the vet after we called and told him how he was acting before he died.
I’d spare you the details, but would probably have tears welling in my eyes because even 2 weeks after it happened my heart still is broken just thinking about it.
I would tell you that I have laughed and cried more in the past two weeks than I think I have in forever and that I was unbelievably spoiled having Ryan home for two full weeks. With that being said my heart has been so full. So full of love and so full of happy. My tears have been from everything from the loss of our beloved cat, to moments of being overjoyed of the blessings happening right before my eyes.
I would tell you that my c-section recovery was not nearly as bad as I expected – maybe it was mind over matter and that I was determined to heal quickly – or maybe it was simply the prayers of those who knew of the c-section.
I would tell you that my dad came out here just to meet A the day she was born, drove out the day before then drove home that Friday. He then returned that Wednesday to spend thanksgiving with us – which was hosted at our house – and Ryan’s family joined us.
I would tell you that although time with family is great – after the week full of family, it was plenty and week 2 we banned people from our house and it felt amazing.
I would tell you that tomorrow I celebrate three years of being married to my best friend, soul mate and the father of my sweet baby A and I’m sooooo incredibly blessed.
Lastly, I would tell you that I needed the two week break I took – I wasn’t as disconnected in all areas like I planned but I definitely needed the break from the blog and now my heart is full, and I’m ready to make this blog what I want it to be.
I’m ready to be present.