In late October 2011, a couple of weeks after D returned from his second deployment we found out we were going to be parents! We were over the moon, but terrified all at once. While D was deployed we had decided that when he came home we would start trying to get pregnant. After every article I read online, I was convinced that it would take months for us to conceive. We were surprised to find out we were pregnant our first time trying. We told our immediate family relatively soon after finding out our exciting news, but still kept quiet until we were out of the first trimester. It also didn’t help ease my mind about telling many people when we didn’t have our first appointment/ultrasound until I was almost 11 weeks along. I was an emotional hot mess seeing our sweet baby on that ultrasound screen for the first time.
D and I had conflicting stances on whether to find out our baby’s gender (D’s vote) or wait until our baby was born (my vote). In the end, we had our doctor place this super secret information in an envelope and our sweet friend made us gender reveal cupcakes which we enjoyed with some of our closest friends.
I was quite lucky I had a relatively easy pregnancy. However, I had a rough labor that resulted in a c-section. I balled my eyes out when I was told I needed a c-section because that was not part of the birth plan I had envisioned. In the end, it didn’t matter what my birth plan was, I just wanted to have a healthy baby. On June 28th, 2012 at 12:34 pm in Wittlitch, Germany, I heard the most amazing sounds, the cry of my first born child. Emily Jean was born a beautiful 7lbs 7oz baby girl who stole my heart. It was love at first sight.
It’s true what they say, the days are long, but the years are short. I can’t believe how much she has grown, and I am in awe of her every day. Emily keeps my on my toes, and I wouldn’t trade this sweet, spunky, sassy, daddy’s girl for anything.