I spent this past Saturday stuck at home. Cleaning sheets, doing load after load of laundry, and most of all, loving on a sick little. The stomach bug hit around 2 in the morning in all its splendor. Around the clock nurturing was necessary and sleep became a distant friend for both Jordan and I.
Four years prior, on exactly the same date, June 28th, I was waiting on Samantha to arrive to no avail. Not able to sleep, and frustrated by still being pregnant. This past Saturday, having to cancel the sitter for one of my dearest friends 30th birthdays, I was struck with the reality that this is motherhood. This is it.