I don’t know that there is another child out there who is gets visited by others, or goes out to visit, as much as Brittain. From the day she was born she has been surrounded by so many that love her. She has grown accustomed to this as it has continued.

I have always appreciated the support that our family and friends have given us, but since Brittain was born, my appreciation has deepened. As much as we love going out and visiting and receiving visitors, the circumstances around how these take place are very different. For instance, my friend from college, Jessica Chunn came to visit a few weeks ago. She has just recently moved to the Atlanta area from Ohio. Pre-baby, I would have probably made the trip to Atlanta for a night out, but doing this requires a lot more planning. So instead, she came to Griffin and we enjoyed a quiet evening here at the house with Brittain. Another example happened just the other weekend when Dan, Brittain and I made a trip to Athens to visit Cecilia and Matt. The night that we got there, Dan went out for a night on the town with the boys. Cec, Brittain and I stayed at the house to play and catch up. It was a different kind of night, but wonderful. The next day the five of us decided to go to Chili’s to eat. We all loaded into the car, had milk, juice, snacks and toys to keep Brittain occupied while we ate. As soon as we sat down Brittain started yelling. Not crying…yelling. She wasn’t upset. She was merely testing out her voice for everyone to hear. Before we even ordered our food we realized that this was not going to work. Dan and I saw that we had finally crossed that line. No longer were we going to be able to go out and enjoy a meal with our child sitting quietly and playing. Nope. This was over. We quickly saw that we were going to have to order our food to go and eat it at the house. It ended up being fine, and probably much more relaxing. Fortunately Cec and Matt didn’t mind, but it was yet another realization for us at just how much life as we know it has changed.

We appreciate everyone who has had to make this change along with us and who do it without ever complaining!

Here are some pictures from this past weekend at Cecilia and Matt’s. Can I just tell you how much fun we had? It was wonderful seeing them and their new house, and just visiting. Thanks for being such great hosts!

When we arrived, Aunt CC took Brittain on a quick wagon ride to show her the rest of the street. A wagon ride isn’t complete unless you have a margarita in one hand and the wagon in the other 🙂 :

Aunt CC and Brittain playing:

Aunt CC and Jeff:

The boys took a moment for a quick picture before heading out for a night on the town:

After the boys finally left was when the party really started:

The next day, although we were all worn out from the long night, Brittain stayed on her schedule of waking up at 7 a.m. Dan and Aunt CC really hooked me up by letting me sleep in. I didn’t wake up until 11:15! That’s the most sleep I’ve gotten since she was born! When I finally came downstairs, I couldn’t find anyone. I peeked inside Cecilia and Matt’s bedroom and this is what I saw. Obviously, Brittain was worn out as well:

Kyla Rose and her mommy came by for a quick visit recently:

Kyla showed Brittain how almost 2 year old’s know all about the Baby Einstein discovery cards:

A picture of Papa and Brittain during a recent visit:

Jessica and Brittain:

And, just some cute pictures that I couldn’t resist posting:

I got out the moses basket as I was cleaning out Brittain’s closet the other day. She wasn’t a big fan when she actually fit in it. Now, apparently, she loves it:

“You’re right. Maybe I don’t fit in this thing very well anymore”:

So happy to see Daddy after work:

“Here. I was only getting this to give to you”:

My best friend Amanda had a baby almost 2 years ago. After she had her I remember her telling me that her brain must have come out along with the baby because it was the only explanation for all the stupid things she does. I thought, “Yeah, right”… Well, I now believe her.

Dan thinks I should write a book, but who knows if I’ll ever get to that. Because I enjoy having a good laugh at myself, why shouldn’t the people that I love be able to laugh at me, too? I want to share with you some of my most recent “mommy brain” incidences in hopes that you can have a good belly laugh at my expense. (Yes, it’s okay with me!)

A couple of months ago after I got off of work, Brittain and I went to run some errands. We first made a stop at Tuesday Morning, and then decided to run into Big Lots since it was right next door. I had Brittain in the stroller and we made a quick run-through to see if there was anything we couldn’t live without. As I went to the checkout, I noticed that I only saw one person who looked to be open, but her light wasn’t on. There was a person standing there checking out, so I patiently waited for him to finish before checking out myself. When I got up to the counter I politely asked the lady, “Are you open?” She replied, “Yes.” It was at that point that I looked down to find that I had nothing to buy.

Now, the few people that I told this story to told me that they would have grabbed something off to the side quickly and thrown it on the counter. Unfortunately, I can’t think that fast so I just simply stated the obvious. “Hmmm…I have nothing to buy.” And then I swiftly exited the store.

A few weeks ago I needed to go grocery shopping, so I called my mom to see if she could watch Brittain for me. She came over and I headed to Wal-Mart for what seemed to be an all-night affair. Brittain was turning one and she was beginning to eat table food. If you know me, you know that I haven’t cooked much, so I had spent a couple of days looking up recipes and I was buying all of the ingredients for them. I was in there for over 2 hours. During my trip I noticed that people were looking at me. Truthfully, I thought they were looking because I must have looked cute. I had on a skirt and a tank top and I had finally started working out again and had dropped a few pounds. When I got home I proceeded to unload the groceries, but stopped to take a quick bathroom break. I walked in the bathroom and took a look in the mirror only to notice that the sports bra I had on had ridden up to the middle of my breasts. (Breasts…can I say that in this blog?) Not that you would want to picture this, but to have a good laugh you’re going to have to. The elasticized bra that was supposed to completely cover my breasts had made it’s way up (without my noticing that something felt weird). In other words, I kind of looked like I had two sets of breasts. NO WONDER people were staring at me!

Shortly after this happened, my sister called and asked me if I wanted to go to the Faith Hill/Tim McGraw concert with her at Philips Arena. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. We had 6th row seats AND I was getting to spend time with my newly married sis! It was a little nerve-wracking leaving Brittain just because I can’t stand to be away from her, but I was also excited. A night on the town, just like pre-baby days. That day I took special care in choosing a “cool, non-mommy” outfit and headed to Atlanta where we were staying at the Ritz and going to the concert. For the drive there I decided to wear my work attire, which consists of a tank top and shorts or an easy-pull-on cotton short skirt (thanks, Bradley for not requiring heels and a suit!). I arrived at the Ritz before Cecilia so I went to check in. I parked in a lot across the street, got my bags out and headed into the Ritz. The line to check-in was insanely long, but I waited patiently and didn’t mind a bit because I was so excited to be there. After finally checking in I went to the elevators to head up to the room. All of the elevator doors are mirrored, so as I was standing there waiting I took a quick glimpse to my right to see myself. Sadly, what I saw did not at all surprise me. Somehow, during my drive to Atlanta, the back of my skirt had slid down and the back of my tank top slid up so that my pretty cotton blue panties were in full view. Again, my thinking that people were staring because I looked cute was not right again. Where are those people who tell you you look like an idiot? I would do that for another person! Where are those people when I need them?

My most recent “mommy brain” moment happened today. Brittain had a follow-up appointment with the pediatrician from when she was sick a couple of weeks ago. Her appointment was at 3:00 and we made it on time to Sunnyside Pediatrics (the name of our pediatrician’s office). As we walked in I signed in and sat down to wait for our name to be called. Just a couple of minutes after sitting, the nurse at the desk stood up and asked me what my child’s name was. I said, “Oh my gosh. Did I sign my own name?” I walked up to the desk and looked at the sheet. In the “name” space I had signed “Sunnyside Pediatrics.”

Need I say more?

I honestly cannot believe that an entire year has past since I went to the hospital that day to have Brittain. I don’t think I even allowed myself to think about what this first year would be like. Would I be a good mother? Would I survive? Better yet, would she survive under my care and supervision?

I’m not sure if I can even begin to describe to you how excited I was about celebrating Brittain’s 1st birthday. Perhaps this just goes to show you what my life is now like, or maybe it shows the depth of love I feel for my child. Whatever the reason, planning her birthday was one of the most fun things I’ve done in a while. I wanted it to be perfect. Not perfect for me or “showy” to others. I wanted it to be perfect for her. I knew she wouldn’t realize it now, but years down the road when she looks back at pictures and the video, she will be able to see the love that surrounded her this day.

For me, the most special part in planning the party was the video that Dan and I put together of Brittain’s 1st year of life. We worked together in choosing the photos and editing down video footage that had been taken during this first year. It was amazing watching everything that we captured on camera. Neither one of us had any idea we had taken the amount of footage that we had. We had filmed me packing my hospital bag about a month before my due date (before I found out I was having a c-section). We filmed the night before I went to the hospital to have her. We filmed the first time I held her in my arms in the hospital, and then the first time every family member saw her.

As I watched the footage, and while Dan spent countless hours putting together this amazing video, it took me back to a year ago – my thoughts, my feelings…everything that I experienced during the time of Brittain’s birth.

If you haven’t heard this story before, you’re going to hear it now because I realized that this is not documented anywhere, and it’s just too good to be forgotten! Although Brittain’s due date was July 18th, my OB advised a c-section at one of my final appointments because the ultrasound said she was going to weigh 9 lbs. 6 oz. I heeded the doctor’s advice and we were scheduled for the c-section on July 13th at 12:30. The day before, I went into work. I was determined that I wasn’t going to be nervous. Women have babies everyday and I wasn’t in the least bit afraid. That day my boss took me out for a nice lunch and we talked about how life was about to change. (His wife was also pregnant at the time with their first child and due a couple of months after me.) It was a delicious lunch and very fun conversation, but my nerves had subconsciously gotten the best of me. Before I even finished my meal I was sick. The sight or smell of food (or even drink) made me nauseas. When the midnight hour hit and I could no longer have any food or drink, I had nothing left in my system. Dan and I got in bed that night and he fell fast asleep, but I was wide awake thinking about what the next day would entail. At about 2:30 in the morning I woke him up in hysterics (and dry heaving over the toilet). Poor Dan, he had NO idea what to do with me. I began to tell him (in a not so calm tone) that I was NOT going to have the baby. He did what I guess he thought was best by telling me that I had to. But, that was not the right thing to say to a person in my state of mind. I told him that he better tell me I didn’t have to and that was that. Eventually Dan called my mom to help and we ended up at my parents house at about 3:30 that morning, everyone sitting with me and trying to calm me. 5:00 we all finally got in bed. And much to Dan’s dismay, I wanted him to sleep with me…AND my mom. So, this is what we did. I can remember being on my side and my belly being up against my mom. I can remember her saying, “Brittain, I feel you kicking. We’re going to see you tomorrow.”

I don’t think any of us really slept at all, but we still managed to make it to the hospital by 8:30 that next morning. I made it through the surgery and Brittain was born at 1:36 p.m. Seeing her…holding her…watching the reactions of our entire family was everything I ever dreamed it would be. I held her in my arms knowing that I had done the most important thing that I would ever do. And I was about to embark upon my most important job in life with raising her. It was thrilling and scary all in the same emotion.

My hospital stay was longer than planned when we learned that I had a spinal leak that had to be “patched.” The 5th day was when we were finally scheduled to go home, and that morning at 4 a.m. I woke Dan up saying that I was ready to go. We packed up, put Brittain in her carseat and headed to our new life that neither of us knew anything about. I remember being in the car riding as Dan drove extra cautiously on that 4 mile ride. Who knows if it was fatigue or just the fear of the unknown, but I believe it hit both of us at the same time. What the hell were we going to do when we got there? I immediately called my mom who was supposed to be going into work that day. “Mom, you can’t go to work. You have to come help us.” She met us there to help us with the transition.

The fatigue had obviously gone straight to Dan’s head because when we arrived, Dan made a beeline to the bed, having no regard for anyone else. Brittain was asleep, so Mom and I sat and waited for her to wake up. It didn’t take long. And when she did, she didn’t wake quietly. The screaming almost pierced our eardrums and we were suddenly faced with how to get her out of the carseat. Dan was the only one checked out on it and we were clueless. I guess Dan had been deafened during the hospital stay because he never emerged from the bedroom to assist us. I honestly think that both mom and I considered cutting her out of the carseat at a few different moments. Fortunately we figured it out and we were able to remove her without breaking an arm or two.

We made it through that first day and then the days after that. Things were definitely not easy. In fact, saying that they “weren’t easy” is putting it extremely lightly. We struggled with breastfeeding and just constantly wondering what we were supposed to be doing with this little person that was relying on us for everything she needed. During that first month I had a friend of mine from college email me (she has 2 kids of her own) and tell me that “the first 3 months are the hardest. It’s after that that you begin feeling like a normal human again.” She couldn’t have been more right and those words got me through. Almost 3 months to the day I woke up and suddenly felt like I was going to survive. Life was never going to be like it was, but was instead going to be better.

So here I am now. I’m now a different person. I feel emotions that I didn’t know existed. I feel love that I didn’t know was there. I finally know my purpose in life.

We’ve made it a year and what an awesome year it’s been. Thank you to everyone who came to help celebrate Brittain’s 1st year of life. (There were about 40 people at this house!) It was great!

I should mention that my mom and I decided to hand-make party hats for every person who came. We were quite insane, but it was SO much fun. Here is Mimi standing by all the party hats. (She also got this ladder out of our garage and decorated it so that we could display the hats on it.)

Here are twins, Steve and Will posing with the hats:

And then Mommy and the birthday girl:

A few pics of some of the guests:

After eating and doing some visiting, everyone headed downstairs for the big moment. Kate Evans made Brittain’s “smash cake.” It was delicious (yes, I ate some, too):

Brittain was thrilled to have all of her favorite people at her birthday party…and also because she was about to have her first taste of cake!:

So, what does Brittain do? As we all waited on pins and needles, she inserts her finger, gets some icing and hands it to her mommy. What a giving child!:

Brittain finally indulged…and thought, “Yeah, I believe I like this stuff.”:

Brittain giggled as she got Gramy messy (when she was trying to clean her up):

Everyone else feasted on the other birthday cake:

Before opening the gifts, some of the kids got together for a picture in Brittain’s new wagon:

p>And the opening of the tons of gifts. Couldn’t help but include ALL of Brittain’s expressions:

I believe that Daddy was more excited than she was about the Magiq DVD (from Bradley, Alison and Emma-Kate):

Along with making some delicious food, Aunt CC and Uncle Matthew surprised me with providing the favors. Each box was adorned with “B’s” and the inside contained a petit four with a “B” as well. How special!:

After most of the guests left, a few special friends stayed around to enjoy a little more relaxing time together. It was so enjoyable after the hectic day:

Okay, maybe just a little more cake:

Ava tried her hand at playing the drum:

Robert was mesmerized by the ceiling fan:

After a fun-filled day, Brittain waves good-bye before she heads to bed to dream about being 1 year old: