Here is a little back story for anyone who hasn’t been following my previous posts:
When I woke up one year ago today, I had no intentions of quitting smoking. I was going through my day, just like any other. Spending time with my husband and my four year old. We were relaxing at home, watching movies because it was it was cold outside and my husband was supposed to be working an overnight shift. I wasn’t feeling very well, was having some minor contractions, I didn’t think that much into it though as I had been having them on and off for a while. My husband had decided to take me in to get checked at the hospital because I started feeling some pressure. When we got there, they did some tests, checked and I was only 5cms dilated. I was not in active labour yet though, my water had not broken. We decided that I would go home and come back to the hospital for 6:30pm unless things changed before then. When I got home, I made sure that everything was ready for me to go, got my mom lined up to watch my daughter, and my husband went off to work because I wasn’t feeling any different. The time rolled around for me to go to the hospital to get checked again. Off I went, in my car alone (bad idea for the record, someone should have driven me). I lit a cigarette, which I often did as long as my daughter was not in the car of course. For what ever reason, when I flicked that cigarette butt out the window (shame on me for littering… I know) I just said to myself, that was it. I would not smoke anymore. And, I didn’t. That was it, I was ready.
Today is Friday February 27th, 2015 and it is ONE YEAR since I quit smoking. Continue reading