30 Days of Thanks: A Thank You Speech to the People and Things that Have Helped Me Throughout My Daughter's First Year
There are often many people involved in supporting and raising a baby in her first year of life. Here is a thank you speech to all those people and things who were there for me these past 12 months.
Wow. This has been one hell of a year. And it’s all so hard to believe, but it has happened—my baby Stella has just turned 1. We made it through the first year without royally screwing anything up. That period of severe lack of sleep, crazy, fluctuating hormones and typical, first-year worry is over. And there are several people and things whom I’d like to thank for their support along the way.
I want to start off by giving thanks to something that played a major role in the days immediately after giving birth and is often undervalued or given little mention, and that’s you, mesh panties. You, with your ever-expanding, amazingly sympathetic elastic whose easy grip held on to my hips and thighs just enough to let me know you were there, but not enough to make me feel you were judging me or aware of my post-baby fatness. For those first several days, you held it all together. Literally. You were sensitive to my needs. And I can’t thank you enough.
And that brings me to another, behind-the-scenes player, witch hazel. When I was wincing with every step, feeling like I’d just sat down on a camp fire, you were there to comfort me. You were a cool breeze to a hot, southern night. No one else had the ability to ease my pain, to soothe my soul and give me hope that I would someday be able to sit on a bike seat again.
I’d like to thank my OB-GYN, Dr. Hackmeyer for having a wicked sense of humor and an artistic way with a needle and thread. And my daughter’s pediatrician who always met us with a smile and reassuring words and who never flinched at the site of my bloodshot eyes.
Thank you, Taste of India delivery guy for your many house calls and delicious shrimp korma, which I couldn’t get enough of during those first six months.
Thank you La Leche counselor and my friends Pam and Christy for calming my nerves the fifth time I got mastitis. I felt so overwhelmed by breastfeeding and pain that I wanted not only to give up, but to just sit in my bed and cry for two days straight. It was worth it to stick with it, in the end, but you convinced me that I wasn’t a La Loser if I quit.
To my best friend, Julie, thank you for the morning hikes and your daily early afternoon phone calls to check the status of my sleep deprivation. You don’t know this, but I looked forward to them every day. I had a difficult time the first five months, and you were always there for me.
Thank you next door neighbors for putting up with the late-night crying, both mine and Stella’s, the spontaneous shouting of swear words said in pain as I pumped through an open wound, and the general, late-night noise pollution.
And I really need to give a big up to solid foods. You stopped Stella’s reflux dead in its tracks. You were like, “Let me get in there and talk to that stomach acid,” and then…you never came back up. And that’s how Stella’s acid reflux problem came to an end.
Thank you milk glands and breastfeeding for allowing me to have enormous ta-tas for 12 straight months. Even though behind the curtain there may have been sore, bloody nipples and red, painful clogged ducts, I had really nice cleavage. And that was one reason I sucked it up and continued to breastfeed, if I can be totally honest.
Of course I need to give a shout out to my man, Skype. You allowed Stella to see her grandparents from miles and even oceans away. So even though they weren’t able to give her a hug and a cuddle in person, they could blow kisses and adore you through the screen. And you didn’t charge us a dime.
And now, let me end this speech by thanking the most important people in Stella’s life: her family. Thank you to her aunties, uncles and cousins for loving and caring for her. Thank you to my parents and to my husband’s parents for their constant love, encouragement and support these last 12 months. Both sets of grandparents separately stayed with us for a few weeks at a time. And I loved seeing you all bond with your granddaughter.
[My time is up. I imagine the music starting to play and the tall, svelte stage-hosts start to usher me away from the mic, but I struggle to get closer to the mic.]
WAIT! I have just a few more to thank!
Thank you, Evan, my 11-year-old son and Stella’s big brother. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry…You have already taught her so much. She looks up to you, and you’ve already become her favorite.
[music starts to get louder]
Thank you Peter, my loving husband, for being a wonderful father, and for being right by my side these last 12 months. WE DID IT! And though we have many more years of parenting ahead, we have made it past one of the hardest parts. And I’d gladly do it again over and over and over with you. OK, maybe just “over.” One “over.” At most.
[As they’re dragging me away from the mic, I struggle to keep my mouth near the mic to get one last mention in.]
Oh, and I almost forgot! I need to thank my lady system for not having a period—[Annnnd, CUT.]
There’s so much to be thankful for, we can’t fit them all into one post! Check out BabyZone’s 30 Days of Thanks page to see all the things —great and small—that we can be grateful for each day.
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