3 Years ago I turned 23.
3 Years ago today I was a week “over due”
3 Years ago I was having some back labor and I felt uncomfortable.
3 Years ago B and I were watching Last Castle and didn’t go to sleep until almost 3am.
3 Years ago I woke up to a little pop and a small gush like I had peed myself at 6:30 in the morning.
3 Years ago I called my Dad so that they would start heading down to VA so they could be there for the birth of my first child.
3 Years ago I headed to the hospital WAY too early.
3 Years ago today I spent all day in the hospital hooked up to monitors determined not to have my first child on my birthday.
And now 3 years later I write a post on my 26th birthday that focuses on the labor of Mason.
I can’t help myself. No we don’t share a birthday, that of which I’m still happy about but what the last three years have taught me is that it really wouldn’t matter. I usually spend my birthday preparing for his or getting all sentimental that my baby boy is another day older.
But it IS still *my* birthday so I went a head and got myself a mani/pedi to help prepare for our Maternity shoot on Thursday!
Life is good today.
p.s 1 year ago today I was pregnant with Elena still and celebrating Mason’s 2nd Birthday with a Fireman themed Birthday party. What a difference a year makes. I feel so blessed to have shared my birthday last year with Mason and Elena and to share this year with all three of them even if all of them aren’t here right now.