almost there...

A year ago today I was in the painful process of being induced. (But we had time for a photo-op at 7am.) Waiting for contractions to begin, waiting for anything to happen. Hanging out with my family, watching them eat while all I got was injections of Penicillin (which felt like acid in my veins) and glucose directly into the IV when they realized that I was extremely low on my sugars (63 when my average was 120 at the time.) By 1 pm I was uncomfortable from being in bed too long and starving. And nothing was happening. We all waited and waited for Weston. It was a stressful day. But a good day. The anticipation is amazing. But the actual was not what I expected at all.
Start here and move forward for the events of the entire day.

I hope to be able to write tomorrow on Weston's actual birthday. I can't believe that it's been a year yet. Or that I would be this emotional over it. I miss how little he used to be, but love how big he is now. It's so conflicting the emotions!

He has the same face a year later... about the only thing that's the same. :)

(By the way, the trucks are for Weston's birthday.)