This time last year, I was at work. I had no idea that it was going to be my last day of "work" for a long time. I was getting ready for my 38 week appointment with the midwife later that afternoon. I still had no idea that my little boy's head was up under my ribs.
Last year on the 19th of July at 5 pm, I became a little frantic, trying to find a chiropractor that could turn Cole right away. I was having a really bad day. At 8:30 that night my waters broke, and our fates were set.
I went in for the c-section, and I'd strongly advise people to see a c-section as the LAST possible option. While some people recover well from them, some don't. It took me months just to stop the random bleeding from my incision, and I doubt I'll ever be able to get rid of this pouch of skin.. But my baby boy was perfect, and that's all that really matters.
At 2:16 am on the 20th, Cole was born, blond hair, blue eyes, 10 fingers, 10 toes, 7 lbs 9 oz, 19 inches of perfect.
The past 365 days of my life have been an absolutely amazing journey, and I'm blessed to have such a happy, sweet, loving child.
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