Some people think this is weird, but we always celebrate our baby's 6 month birthday. The story behind it: When Mary turned 6 months old my in-laws, who we lived with at the time, came home with half a birthday cake and a couple small presents for her. I didn't think much of her turning 6 months old that day, but her Gama and Papa sure did. Mary was their first and only grandchild since Jason is an only child, so they made a big deal out of everything and spoiled her rotten. It turned out to be a sweet day, and it was fun to celebrate something in the month of March which is a pretty boring month anyway.
Today I was trying to remember if we had a party for Anna for her 6 month birthday. I was going through some pictures and came across these:
Here is the cake and a sign Anna's nurses made for her!
Daddy giving Anna a taste of cake
After seeing these I remembered that I wasn't there with her for her 6 month birthday. It had been only one week since her liver transplant. Anna was still in the hospital and I was home recovering my operation. I didn't listen to the doctors when they told to take it easy. I wanted to be at the hospital with her as much as I could, and it wore me out to the point that I could not go on that day. I was in too much pain from being there with Anna those first few days after being discharged from the hospital myself. Leaning over the crib, feeding her, and anything else I could do for her. I felt so guilty for not being there with her during her transplant, and those critical hours afterwards, I guess I felt I had to make up for it. I didn't remember missing the party, until I saw these pictures. I think Jason kept it on the down low so that I wouldn't feel bad and make myself go when I knew I needed to rest.
Today I will go to the grocery store and try to find a half cake, for Alexandria. Maybe get her a little something. Thank you Dad and Mom for making half birthday's special!
Alexandria on HER special day, cake comes later tonight!
