My youngest child recently turned one year old. All I have to say about this momentous occasion is that I survived the hardest year of my life so far.
I survived 4 months of little to no sleep at night while caring for three kids. There were many mini "naps" on the living room floor while baby played and toddler watched tv. There were those crazy moments of thinking, "I'm never going to know what it feels like to sleep all night again."
I survived 10 months of breastfeeding which means I was never away from my baby more than 3 hours maximum. These 10 months included your typical mastitis, nipple clots, nipple confusion yada, yada, yada.
I survived my first trip the ER with a child. There's nothing like holding down your 15 week old baby while getting an IV put in.
I survived 6 months with a very angry, thankless baby, who I was sure was going to turn out to be an axe murderer or something to that extreme. She eventually became nicer.
I survived trying to figure out nap schedules which worked with elementary and preschool drop off and pick up times.
I survived many more horrifying experiences which now elude my memory. I must say, I'm so happy this past year is over. I have to give myself a little pat on the back for enduring it all and remaining somewhat sane.
One year down... the rest of my life to go. It will get easier, right?