I can remember the day she was born like it was yesterday, just not the exact time because #fourkids, haha. My parents picked up the older three around 8:00am and Arick and I drove the thirty minutes to the hospital for my scheduled cesarean. It was originally scheduled for October 17, but I had been vomiting everyday for several weeks from horrendous acid reflux, so my doctor sweetly suggested to deliver a few days early to end my suffering. Anyway, we arrived at the hospital and the nurses started the routine blood work and paperwork and IV. Arick changed into his gown and we nervously, anxiously, excitedly watched Law & Order on the television until they took me back. Her delivery went smoothly and I’ll never forget the anesthesiologist standing by my head and telling me about his own family and that he has two sets of twin boys! That seemed so amazing to me. I remember my doctor seeing Agnes for the first time and shouting out to me, “now that’s one healthy cord!” (She always says that) I remember opting out of having my tubes tied at the last minute. (I always do that) I remember hearing that first cry and feeling that euphoria that you feel and tears streaming down my face and laughing out loud, “OH!” There is literally nothing in this world as magical as that moment. They brought her to my face and let our cheeks touch and I felt the purest love anyone could ever feel. Arick never cries, but when our babies are born it’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. So blessed, so happy, so thankful.
One year later and we have this beautiful, blossoming, happy baby girl in our lives. Forever changed for the better.
Below are some photos of her first birthday. The big cake had three layers of pink, orange and yellow and her smash cake was oat flour and maple syrup with Greek yogurt frosting. Big sister and I made her crown that I’ll keep forever.