2018 has pretty much come and is almost gone and like everyone else I find myself in a very reflective place. I saw an instagram post that said “Cheers to the old me”. I can’t remember it verbatim but it basically said that while everyone is trying to reinvent themselves, very few people are giving any real credit to the present person that they are.
So this is me taking a minute to say ‘Cheers to the Old Me’… We made it through another year.
We birthed a full on giant…. No really! This amazing body of mine made, carried and delivered 9lbs 3oz/23 inches of human and did not die. This happened in January and is honestly enough to carry us through the remainder of the year.
We breastfed not as much as we wanted to but more than we physically thought we could have ever done. In the moment it felt like climbing Mt. Everest with toothpicks for anchors and dental floss for a harness… IMPOSSIBLE. But I gave it my best shot and thats worth celebrating.
I was a Stay at Home Mom for a whole year before I decided it was time for me to go back to work. I don’t care what anyone says, being a SAHM was the hardest job Ive ever had in my life times ten! I did it for an entire year and didn’t go to jail or a mental institution… celebrations are definitely in order.
I tried just a little bit harder on my photography hobby and felt like I could actually be good at it. I can be extremely critical of myself to the point of people never ever seeing my work and this blog is major evidence of that. I write all the time but rarely tell people to read it… I know I’m weird like that. But I promise to work on that in the new year.
I took pictures of an actual birth and it was amazing. Its so different being on the other side of the hospital bed. Those moments being captured are beyond priceless.
My best friend trusted me to take pictures of his beautiful family in a maternity session and again it was awesome to be able to capture a moment in time for them.
I stayed married a whole year! Marriage is hard but the great things usually are. You throw kids and jobs and just life into the mix and it is not nearly as easy as everyone on instagram makes it look in their pictures. My husbands stepfather passed away a day before our anniversary and that made it difficult to be in any type of celebratory mood. Although we didn’t get to really celebrate it still is absolutely worthy of popping a bottle or two.
My husband and I tried for baby #2 and we were successful. I try to stay conscious that this is not the case for everyone and I am extremely grateful.
There were some things I that I wanted to do that I didn’t get to do but that’s not what this post is about. This is a celebration of the things that did happen. There are so many small victories that can get overshadowed by some of the major disappointment we all face.
The old me has kicked ass in 2018 and I think that she is worth keeping around…
See you (old you or new you) in 2019…