Ten years ago today, I became a mommy. Via C-section, a tiny (I know, all babies are tiny…but this one really was!) little girl weighing only 5 lb. 15 oz. came out of my tummy and into my life! I always wanted a little girl and at 25 years old, I couldn’t believe that I was a mommy.
I had a really good 9 months. I had that pregnancy glow, along with “bay-dar” (what I refer to as baby radar) that intuitively clued me in to other pregnant women. I never threw up from morning sickness – a misnomer since the nausea lasts all day; I craved grilled cheese and Starbursts; I had an aversion to meat, salad and other people’s offensive perfumes; and I played Enya to my tummy with huge oversized earphones. Aside from being in a car accident at 22 weeks in which my car got totaled (the baby and I were fine; I got chiropractic care and massages for the remaining 18 weeks along with a new washer, dryer, fridge and a delicious, yet overpriced, dinner at Michael Mina with my insurance settlement), I had a fairly uneventful pregnancy. And I only had one day – I remember it perfectly – when I felt like my hormones took over and I cried all day long.
I had been watching some Susan Sarandon movie where the daughter goes off to college. That was it. With the thought of my baby one day going off to college, I started to sob. And sob and sob some more. I practically crawled into our office and up onto my husband’s lap so he could cradle me, my 9-month-big-tummy and all. He looked at me, not quite sure what was wrong or what to do, and asked me if I was okay. Through my tears and crying-induced hiccups, I muttered the words, “She’s going to go to college…one day!” He looked at me like I was Sally (from When Harry Met Sally, when she said she was going to be 40…someday!), with a mixture of compassion and incredulousness, and just held me as I cried. I blame that episode on my hormones – clearly I was out of whack – but truth is, I was worried about something that was at least 18 years away.
When my daughter was a baby...