Well, it’s my 28th birthday. I’m not thrilled about turning this age, but at least we have a good day planned. Clive woke up with Ash for an hour at 5am and another hour at 7:30am so that I could have a (mostly) uninterrupted sleep. I usually take the 5 or 6am shift, so it was wonderful not having to wake up that early. When I got up I noticed a sheet of paper on the floor; it ended up being a treasure hunt to my present. First clue was in the glove compartment of the car, then the storage room, under the kitchen sink, the baby’s closet and then I found a brand new sewing machine in our closet. Yay! I’ve been using my beloved 20 year old Singer machine for years. I have always been hesitant to use new machines, but I’ve already started sewing a sling and it’s glorious and so much more quiet!
In a couple of hours we’re going to Ash’s first “swimming lesson” (the only thing that could make it better was if I could go down the water slides), then I have an hour-long massage. We’re going out for Indian food around 5pm and then back home for ice cream cake with my sister and her boyfriend.
This is my first birthday since Ash was born (obviously) and since becoming a mom my perception of Birth Days has changed dramatically. Now the reality of my own mother going through 44 hours of labour, having a record-breaking episiotomy (for that hospital) and pushing me out means so much more than it did before. I feel like she should be celebrated, not me. I see her tomorrow, and she will bring me carrot cake!
