May 11th, 2008
My most memorable Mother’s Day will forever be Mother’s Day 2004. That was the day Annalie was born.
Saturday night I was eight months pregnant and having a dinner party for some old friends; Sunday morning I was at the hospital being told, “Yep, you’re definitely having this baby today!” I had commented once or twice on how unfair it seemed that I would spend my first Mother’s Day not knowing what our child looked like, while by Father’s Day Troy would have an actual baby to hold. Be careful what you say out loud within your unborn child’s hearing, is all I have to say.
After an uncomplicated 10-hour labor and delivery, I met our tiny (4 pounds, 5 ounces) girl. She was technically a preemie, but other than low blood sugar, which required a few days’ stay in the Level II Nursery (less scary than the NICU), she was in perfect health, alert and strong.
We had two names in mind and we ended up using them both, as first and middle names. Annalie, a Scandinavian variant of Hannah, means grace; and Sophia is the Greek word for wisdom.
Grace and wisdom. What we wish for our daughter, and for ourselves as we raise her. What I wish for all parents everywhere.
Happy Mother’s Day!