My first Mother's Day as a mother was amazing. DH made breakfast in bed, we had a great brunch at church and a yummy dinner, also prepared by DH. The one thing that was a little different for me than most mothers, well at least from what they have told me, I had no desire to give up "baby-duty" all day. I changed diapers, fed, dressed, and just loved on Little Miss all day long. I just wanted to hold and basque in her chubby baby-ness all day.
IF has made me a better mother. I'm not judging mothers who need days off. It is a hard job and we all need a break. DH did get up with her at 6:30 am for her first feeding and let me sleep until 7:15. It was glorious. But I really wanted to just spend every second with her. And I really feel if she had come 9 years ago like I had planned I wouldn't have the same appreciation. How can you know how sweet something can be without the bitter? I appreciate her and not a day goes by that I don't think about what it was like before her. Those were dark days for me. No, my battle with IF isn't over, it may never be, but I will always be her mommy. I am eternally grateful for that. Only tears of joy shed yesterday!