September 5, 2011. Labor Day, ironically, and my due date. Come and gone. As anxious as I was to become a momma, I knew my little girl would cook as long as she pleased and enter the world on her own time.
September 11, 2011. Baby girl Evans still had not made her appearance. Mr. Evans and my dad had cautiously ventured to Madison to watch Ironman Wisconsin 2011 in which my godfather/Uncle Mark was competing. We've been to the last umpteen Ironman's so why would we miss cheering him on?! However, I decided to stay home
just in case I went into labor.
September 12, 2011. Mr. Evans registers for Ironman 2012. Yikes, here we go. I knew this meant a long road ahead of training, swimming, biking and running. Mr. Evans was gearing up for a mental, physical and emotional Ironman year (
oh yeah, and becoming a new father), just as I was mentally, physically and emotionally preparing to be induced and welcome a baby just two days later.
September 13, 2011. 4:45 pm. Nina Lorraine Evans enters our lives. On her own time, without an induction. I had a very smooth and peaceful delivery with just a few hiccups. She was perfect from the start. I couldn't have asked for a better experience and remember every minute like it was yesterday.
Fast forward a year.
Today was my due date exactly one year ago. I am reliving all those feelings of anticipation and joy. As our little Nina turns one in a few short days, Mr. Evans will complete his journey of becoming an Ironman. Talk about full circle.
People may have thought we were crazy this past year. A new baby, me in grad school, Mr. Evans training, our careers, family... life doesn't get put on hold. I wouldn't do things any other way. Life is too short not to live it to the fullest. Was it hard at times? Yes. But doesn't energy and effort make you appreciate your results?
I believe in living life with intention. We all have the same 24 hours, but it's what we put in that counts. And, this is a lesson I want Nina to learn. So, why not from the
very beginning?
There were times I lost it. Ok many times. I'll admit it was hard being a single parent while Mr. Evans spend hours and hours (or what seemed like whole days, which they were some days) swimming, biking, running, preparing. With a new baby, it's easy to feel lonely. And I often felt guilty, like why could I complain when he was the one doing all the physical work? But isn't caring for your child and home work too? And of course, I missed my husband during those times and just wanted to be with
him. However, the whining only lasted temporarily. At the end of the day, I was
incredibly happy to support him in his journey just as he supports me in my daily journey. I only feel pride for what Mr. Evans has and will accomplish. I am inspired by his energy, mental strength and attitude.
So here we are. Gearing up for a first birthday and an Ironman journey. We made it. But it's not really the end. It's just the beginning.
Smart. Steady. Smooth. Strong.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. And for those who know who they are, thanks for everything you've done to help us this year.
Also, thanks in advance for your positive energy and prayers for Mr. Evans this weekend!
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Daddy and Baby shoes. From left to right, Mr. Evans has gone through three pairs in training.
On the other hand, Nina's shoes are ready for her to start walking! |
