october 14, 2008...

...that was the day i gave birth to my second kiddo.

Hazel Emerson Mooney

now she's 4 months & she's really awesome.
look:

what you don't know

there are lots of things people tell you when you are preparing to have a baby. sometimes you can take one of those birthing classes & they tell you all kinds of stuff in great detail from what delivery will be like to how to bathe the child & how to change a diaper. you think & prepare & think & prepare for this life to come into your own. sometimes you read books about what to expect & other times you ask friends about their experience. there are all sorts of discussions on eating & sleeping patterns & postpartum concerns. your ankles are swollen. you waddle. the nursery is ready. your house is as clean as it will be for quite some time. bags are packed for the hospital. names are picked out. everything feels pretty good & organized. all the information & preparedness is there in your head & you are as ready as you can be for the baby.
then the day comes. you spend a certain amount of time in a delivery room during this beautiful experience. you are wrapped up in love & emotion & life & exhaustion & it is amazing.
fast forward a few weeks or months & you think back on that day & realize something is missing. it was with me when i went in to the hospital, i know it was! i used it over & over in all the preparing. now that i am home & i really need it, i can not find it. where could it be? how could i have lost this? it's so important & i have never been without it.

then you stop & realize that in all the things that all the books & classes & people told you about... they didn't tell you about this. they didn't tell you what you would lose. then you realize where it must be...it must be where you last had it in the hospital. somewhere in all the excitement & hoopla, it got away from you. you don't know how it got left behind, but you are certain that still lying there on the hospital floor somewhere
is.
your.
mind.
it must have slipped out your ears during all the hoopla.
gotta call lost & found.