I always wanted to be a mom. I was always wishy washy about what I wanted to do for a career. I thought a teacher when I was younger. Then a social worker- found out it was too much writing in college. Then I wanted to go into the Medical field. I did become a Medical Assistant but I still just wanted to be a Mom. When I turned 30 I finally became a mother. I wanted to start my family when I was younger but I feel like since I had to wait so long I am more grateful for the whole experience.
This picture is me seeing and holding my daughter for the first time. She didn’t like labor very much. I had to have an emergency c-section because her heart stopped beating. I was pretty petrified of labor. Everyone likes to tell you their horror stories. I don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen. But before we left for the hospital, Shane gave me a priesthood blessing and I knew that she would be okay and I would too. When I look at this picture though I can see that I’m scared, overwhelmed, happy, tired, proud…..or it could be the drugs I was on. It was scary to think this little person is dependent on me to survive and I was nervous. But proud to say she did survive. I did it! She is a very active, happy 2 year old. She tries my patience at times but I love her. I was painting her nails today looking at her little fingers thinking when did her hands get so big. It’s gone by so fast but each stage just gets better.