Today is the little angel's birthday. It's odd to think that this time last year, I had an epidural and a Pitocin drip in me.  I feel sooo much better now!

The festivities for her birthday began at 3:45 a.m., when she woke up to party. Actually, we finally decided she was hungry after my twenty minutes of Baby Tad playing and back rubbing and my beloved's fifteen of rocking.  She drank about half a bottle and conked back out.  Then this morning, not hungry. Couldn't possibly touch that bottle, no thanks, I'm cranky and hating life.

I hope she feels better this afternoon. Six months ago, I had all these grandiose ideas of what I would do for her on her birthday. Six months ago I did not realize that when the day arrived, I would have a new job and my beloved would have decided to take an entrepreneurial class on Wednesday nights. I wish that I could keep her out of the Emerald City and spend the whole day playing at the kiddie spot at the Great Big Frickin' Mall of the Great Plains, but alas, there is software to design.  I feel bad.

At around 3:50 this morning, as I wearily sat down beside her crib, thinking she was finally asleep, I looked over at her closing eyes.  All of the sudden, the eyes flew open, and she realized I was sitting there.  Her chubby little arm reached through the crib bars and she grabbed my arm and patted it, smiling, happy I was there.  I'm a little sappy today on her first birthday.  She is the best gift in the world on her own day.