Lucy Sun is now a one year old. One! I’m an extremely nostalgic person (almost obnoxiously so, to the point where I can pinpoint exact dates, years and times of a memory by hearing a few notes on the radio or catching the scent of a passerby), and last month, I said to Scott, This is so weird, but I really miss Northwestern right now. Let me reiterate: I told Scott that I missed going to the hospital. Apparently used to my strange and random thoughts, he said, I’m not surprised. He clarified by reminding me that exactly one year ago, we were making the trek to Northwestern weekly, ensuring my good health and counting down the days until we would meet our baby girl. We made a ritual of our visits, usually grabbing a croissant and coffee in one of the hospital restaurants, and sometimes, we’d schedule my checkups around the lunch hour and make a downtown date out of it.
In the days leading up to Lucy’s birthday, the same thing happened again. I would reminisce on where I was – to the minute! – one year prior. Today, I was packing our hospital bag. I was going to jury duty. I was feeling a stomach pain. I was waking you up to tell you that today was the day. Here’s a fun fact: I was selected for jury duty the week that Lucy was born! The case lasted Monday through Wednesday, and Lucy gave me the first sign of her arrival on Thursday late night / Friday morning. Guys, I have fallen for our little girl so furiously, that I even kind of miss jury duty. Because even that – even jury duty! – was a part of my journey to her birthday.
Lucy is curious and kind. She enjoys dining out and running errands, and she’ll flirt with anyone nearby. Her attention span is too short for a book, but she’ll babble endlessly to her stuffies (this is her number one right now!) while reclining in her pint-sized rocking chair. She took her first steps a week before her birthday, but she refuses to do it again, preferring to crawl or furniture surf. She smiles with her whole face, scrunching her nose and squeezing her eyes tight (you can see this below!). She has the dreamiest belly laugh, and bath time is, hands down, her favorite. Our favorite is the morning, when we scoop her out of her crib and lay her in our bed. We spend the first 20 minutes of every day squeezing her thighs and making her squeal! She rolls under the covers and plays peek-a-boo with the sheets, pausing only to give herself a round of applause.
Everyone that told us it only gets better has been right, and yet, I still cried on her birthday.
We spent that day with our closest friends and family, a celebration planted firmly in-between her morning and afternoon naps. It was chaotic! And loud! And frenzied! But more than anything, it was really the best day. We peppered the first floor ceiling with white, pink and gold balloons, and we ordered a (ridiculously large) confetti cake from our favorite bakery. We created an upbeat playlist for the party, but it was drowned out by good conversation and the excited screams of the neighborhood kids chasing one another. Lucy had her first taste of pure, unadulterated sugar, and she absolutely loved it. She is her mother’s daughter!
We snapped her 52 week instant pic on Friday, putting a wrap on her one year of weekly photos! If you’ve been brainstorming a fun and (super duper) easy photo idea to document the growth of your own littles, we can’t recommend this method enough! I just set a weekly recurring reminder in my phone, and there was never any pressure to find the same backdrop, blanket or accessory. We’d lay her on the floor or hold her hands up to stand, and for consistency, Scott wrote the week on every photo. Moving forward, we’ll switch to monthly, and perhaps yearly once she turns 2? (But let’s not talk about turning 2 today, okay?) It’s so fun to sift through the weeks, and we’re constantly changing our tune on our ‘favorite.’ Week 22? 26? 38? We hope Lucy will enjoy looking back on this fun project, too.
Of course, I’m a camera happy mom that also has close to 2,000 photos shot on my DSLR, and I cannot wait to dive into those, choose favorites and put a proper system in place for documenting Lucy, our pups, Libby and this family as a whole. Would anyone be interested in a post on how we organize digital photos and our ideas and methods for printing and displaying?
I’m sharing this moment in time because our lives have been forever changed by one sweet Lucy Sun, including how we live in our home, what we bring into our home and every decision we make. This post is a celebration of the joy that Lucy brings to us, our family and friends that might as well be family.
I can not, will not end this post without offering all of my love to anyone who is in that sad, frustrating, infuriating position I was in just a few years ago, a time that I remember as raw and real as if it were last week. I shared only the smallest glimpse into our infertility journey on the same day that we announced the best news of our lives, yet your response was proof that this is a community that thrives on love and support. Since that day, I have continued to hear from you. Our own experience has made us sensitive to what and how much Lucy we share, because the very last thing I would want you to feel is grief. Instead, my hope is this: I need you to know that I can continue to be your sounding board, and I will share with you as little or as much as you need to get you through a time that can feel utterly hopeless. I’m one email away. I can be your coffee + commiseration friend.
Party photos via our friend Renee @ Gooch Too.
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