I feel like Ada deserves a proper and formal introduction…
13 months and 8 days ago, our little stinker entered our lives! Wow, that’s still so hard to wrap my mind around. It’s hard to believe that a year (and then some) has already come and gone. And this is where I am kicking myself by not starting this blog when she was first born. Because above all, I want to be able to look back on these posts and recall the special moments, sifting through all the amazing memories!
February 28, 2016 (and 24+ hours of labour beforehand…arg) will be a date that we will never, ever forget. At 2:17 a.m. our sweet 7 pound 15 ounce baby GIRL entered this world. I emphasize the ‘girl’ part because like I mention in my previous post, we had no clue what sex our baby was. After that final bloody push, I heard something about a ‘she’, and I instantly screamed out, “What? What is it?” The doctor lifted her up and introduced me to my sweet little girl. Her little naked pink body was placed on my chest, her head under my chin, and I got to meet her for the very first time. This moment is a one so etched into my mind. A moment that no one will ever be able to take from me; from us. Pure love. Pure awe. Pure and utter BLISS.
She is ours. Forever and always. Amen.
When it comes to her name, I give Colin a lot of credit. As much as we both picked pieces of her name, he was the one that strung it all together. And he did it only one hour before I started pushing. It was as if he knew she was a girl.
Ada Louise Else Veale
To us, her name is a poem; She’s our beautiful poem.
There is a lot of meaning to her name. Although Ada is a name that Colin sought out even before knowing this, but it is also my Grandfather’s Mother’s name (on my Dad’s side). She passed when my Grandpa was very young, and every memory shared of her has been recalled in a way to depict a heroine.
Louise is my middle name! Louise is also the middle name of my Godmother (one of my Mom’s best friends) so it’s very special to me.
And then Else… oh Else. That was my Oma’s name (my Mom’s Mom). She and I were very close – and even just saying that is an understatement. Oma and Ada sadly didn’t get the chance to meet in the flesh, but Oma did know I was expecting. I told her in her back yard, while she was laying on her lawn chair in the sun sorting out her bean seeds. She was diagnosed with uterine cancer earlier that year, and when I told her, she looked at me, smiled and said (in her thick German accent), “Oh Andrea, I’ve been waiting for good news!” 5 days later she passed away. She was a beautiful lady, both inside and out.
We look forward to sharing all these stories with Ada as she grows up!
Thank you to our dear, and talented friend Blake Loates who captured the photographs above…we just love her!
P.S. Below are the pictures Colin, myself, and my family snapped on the day of her birth! Like talk about smitten…..