Today was my baby's birthday. She is 5. We had a great party, lots of sugar, and friends and relatives all came over to help celebrate. (Thanks for helping out, Feisty!)
I have many pictures of my cake exploits for this year, as well as some other blogbits (blog+tidbits) for y'all. Right now though, I am dead assed tired with some raging chest pain, so I am going to call it a night and I promise to get all bloggy tomorrow.
Oh, and to explain the title? I died giving birth to my daughter. She was born dead. But we're feeling much better now.
On the plus side...my very pregnant sister didn't squatplop a baby onto my leather couch even though she is 2 centimeters dilated today. (Due Saturday) I made her promise that my daughter could have this day all to her self.
OK, I'm off to go lapse into a sugar coma, now. More to come tomorrow!
Monday, October 20, 2008
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4 comments:
Oh my goodness...the title had me worried.
How blessed are you to be here with your amazing little gem. 5 years??? Enjoy her. These are the best and sometimes toughest years, but oh, so rewarding.
Can't wait to hear/see the party pics.
Happy Birthday!!!!
Do you have any NICU pictures you could share to we can see how far the little squirt has come?
Happy Birthday, Little One!! And happy rebirth day to you, Mom! I can't wait for the pictures.
Little was only the beginning. She outsizes my 6 year old.
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