No, this isn't about something horrible that happened. It is about my bad memory. I have realized that I have nearly no recollection of the day and days before Spencer was born.
I know that 2 days before, I thought my water had broken during my WW meeting.
I know that I said to Brandon on Friday upon hearing the news that our friend had given birth that morning "Agh! There's another person due after me who had their baby already!"
I know that our dogs got into a weird fight (just like when Miles was born) and I sat next to the bathtub for about an hour holding our dog's bleeding ear.
But I had forgotten about going to Louisville to a consignment sale and then walking around the mall with the hopes of getting labor started.
I have forgotten who put Miles to bed that night and what books we read. I didn't realize he would have a brother in a few short hours, so did I give him an extra kiss? Did I let Brandon tuck him in rather than taking the time to get some extra snuggles? I don't remember. Maybe it's best that way, so that if I didn't make it special, I won't feel guilty. But I'm a little sad that I have no memory of it.
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