Okay, so I realized that I’m posting Hattie updates a little backwards. When she was born, I was posting under “Month 1” as in “the months from 0-1” and it got a little confusing really fast. It’s like “turning 1 month”, but whatever…so I’m going to just stop that at this point and try to remember wtf I was doing when I started this.
So I would usually post this under “Month 10” using the other system I was doing, but for trying retain my memory, I will do it the right way (and probably on a slow day go back & change the titles to make more sense for my benefit!).
She is 9 months and 3 weeks right now…going to be 10 months at the end of this week.
This is important to note when I look back to see how old she was at certain milestones in her little life. I was attempting to do this earlier to work on the baby book (better late than never, right) and realized I was messing with myself by posting things backwards.
So here we go; this is HUGE news. My older brother, Brandon, got married this weekend. On Mother’s Day. My first ever mother’s day and I was away from my baby. Part of me was traumatized, but if I had to be gone for any reason, this was a good one!!
My sweet husband opted to fly home from his out-of-state work project to watch our little babe while I made the trek to the other side of the country (BOISE to BALTIMORE).
This was my first trip away from her & I cannot hide that I cried at the airport when I left her & my husband at the TSA station. What a la-la, I know. But I just love them so much and goodbyes are always hard; even when they’re only for 2 days.
I tried to keep in touch as much as I could without coming off overbearing and worrisome. At the end of the day, I was heading to dinner with my mother, my aunt, & my uncle. I called my husband to check in and let him know our evening plans and asked how Hattie was doing. He said, “I tried to get her to say mama earlier and she was like ‘who?'”. Ha ha I know right..what a punk! It was funny only because I’ve been trying to get her to say mama forever and it always just comes out “dad”. I’ve accepted it. I will forever be known as “dad’s wife” and never “mama”. Ha.
When I got back to my dad’s house where he was graciously housing me for the duration of my stay, I get a text message from my husband; a video message. I was so tickled. I love to see their faces. I hit play and let my dad watch with me; it could only be harmless, right?!
We sat there watching together as my daughter opens her mouth and says “ma-ma” “ma-ma-ma-ma”. I started crying. On Mother’s Day; my first Mother’s Day, away from my baby, she says mama for the first time. My tears were so big with happiness that they fell on the dog under my feet and woke her up. Ha ha. Okay, so maybe my squealing woke the dog, but I like to think it was my swollen tears. Ha.
In my absence at home, my husband has been teaching Hattie how to stick her tongue out, so when I watched my mama video, she had her tongue out half the time. Like “ma-ma *tongue* ma-ma-ma *tongue*”. Ha ha. It was really cute.
Also in my absence, Hattie got to go to the zoo with her daddy. I was so jealous that they got to do this together without me, but at least he shared some adorable pictures. She loved the goats because they came right up to the gate for her to touch their little heads. Dad totally spaced the penguin exhibit however, so I guess we HAVE to go back 🙂
I’m sitting in the airport right now writing this post because I have quite the large delay before my next flight. Instead of actually enjoying the little shops & eateries at the Chicago airport, I booked it to find my next gate knowing good & well I would probably get turned around. It ended up being massively easy and over-rated. Ha. So here I sit with my much-coveted Starbucks coffee (generic coffee shops thus far have failed me miserably) and choose to just park my butt & wait for my lost flight to land & load.
Such a special & blessed first Mother’s Day for me with celebrating my brother’s wedding, welcoming a new sister into my family, getting to see far-away loved ones, and hearing my baby say ‘mama’ for the first time. It was totally worth the wait! Xoxo