My greatest inspiration
Before Abby was born I had a lot of certainties. I was certain I was going to go back to work. I was moving upwards in my career, I was on the track that I thought I wouldn't/couldn't get back on if I chose to stay home. Reality: I should've known better..
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Abby was born four weeks early - not too bad in the grand scheme of things (for some reason calling her a 'preemie' just didn't sit right, I mean, four weeks is nothing compared to how early some babies come), but looking back, the series of events leading to her birth still turns my stomach. Amazingly, she was perfectly healthy. Small, but healthy. Not to mention, perfection.
Upon her arrival, I quickly discovered that most of my certainties couldn't stand up to reality. Certainty: I wasn't going to have an epidural because I am the original pansy when it comes to needles. Seriously. When I was younger I used to say that I could never have children because too many needles were involved in bringing a baby into this world. Reality: The thought of getting some sleep or some actual rest was too intoxicating. And after receiving reassurances from my husband that he didn't think I was a wimp for getting an epidural, it was promptly ordered.
Semi-certainty: Maybe I would breastfeed - you know if I could get over the 'ick' factor. Thought it was swell for others, but I just wan't sure for me. Reality: Alas, for me, the clichés were true, I loved that 'us' time...And let's be honest, not having to get up to make a bottle in the middle of the night? Not so bad.
Certainty: As I mentioned above, I was sure I would go back to work. Reality: When the HR Director at my job called to discuss my return date, and I got off the phone in tears...I knew we had to find a way. The idea of being apart from her still brings me to tears. Yeah, sending her off to kindergarten should be real entertaining.
So, what does Abby have to do with my writing? She is the source of my greatest inspiration. She is my favorite topic. She is why I got bit by the creative writing bug again- she made it easy. So, to mix things up a bit, all things labeled 'Loving Abigail' are going to either be my favorite Abby writings - old every now and again alongside the new. I'll also toss in some of her 'Abby-isms' here and there, as her thoughts are quite the hit among my Facebook friends.
I hope you enjoy our girl as much as we do.
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Abby was born four weeks early - not too bad in the grand scheme of things (for some reason calling her a 'preemie' just didn't sit right, I mean, four weeks is nothing compared to how early some babies come), but looking back, the series of events leading to her birth still turns my stomach. Amazingly, she was perfectly healthy. Small, but healthy. Not to mention, perfection.
Upon her arrival, I quickly discovered that most of my certainties couldn't stand up to reality. Certainty: I wasn't going to have an epidural because I am the original pansy when it comes to needles. Seriously. When I was younger I used to say that I could never have children because too many needles were involved in bringing a baby into this world. Reality: The thought of getting some sleep or some actual rest was too intoxicating. And after receiving reassurances from my husband that he didn't think I was a wimp for getting an epidural, it was promptly ordered.
Semi-certainty: Maybe I would breastfeed - you know if I could get over the 'ick' factor. Thought it was swell for others, but I just wan't sure for me. Reality: Alas, for me, the clichés were true, I loved that 'us' time...And let's be honest, not having to get up to make a bottle in the middle of the night? Not so bad.
Certainty: As I mentioned above, I was sure I would go back to work. Reality: When the HR Director at my job called to discuss my return date, and I got off the phone in tears...I knew we had to find a way. The idea of being apart from her still brings me to tears. Yeah, sending her off to kindergarten should be real entertaining.
So, what does Abby have to do with my writing? She is the source of my greatest inspiration. She is my favorite topic. She is why I got bit by the creative writing bug again- she made it easy. So, to mix things up a bit, all things labeled 'Loving Abigail' are going to either be my favorite Abby writings - old every now and again alongside the new. I'll also toss in some of her 'Abby-isms' here and there, as her thoughts are quite the hit among my Facebook friends.
I hope you enjoy our girl as much as we do.