two years ago on this day I was nearly 2 weeks overdue, and with an impending induction hanging over my head, I reluctantly sucked down a castor oil smoothie (not delicious) to see if we could get the labor show on the road. Six or seven hours later, my contractions were so intense I was struggling to make it to the car. My aspirations of a drug free birth were starting to seem both unfathomable yet imminent all at once, as the pain was pretttty intense however I truly didn’t think I could bear the drive to the hospital.
Alas I did make it, and as it turned out I was 9.5cm dilated upon arrival, thus eliminating any decision making on my part (yay!) - this would be a drug free birth whether I liked it or not.
A mere 45 minutes after Mike dropped me at the hospital door, this sweet babe was born and life as we knew it was forever changed for the better.
It’s beyond my comprehension how that skinny, wrinkly, newborn is now a running, popsicle/plane/car/baby-doll obsessed, super funny, thoughtful two year old. She seems to have a memory like Mary Lou Henner and has 600 different smiles & facial expressions. She is impressively observant & equally stubborn (cue angry foot stomping). Her comedic timing is on point, and she’ll chat your ear off if you let her (apple didn’t fall far from the tree on that one, clearly). Anyhow, all this to say, it’s wild what can happen in a mere 2 years. Happy 2nd Birthday, sweet Izzy. Keep shining on- you are so loved! (And look at that...I’ve rambled on so long it’s not even her birthday anymore. Which is fitting, I guess. #foreverlate)