Its been one year since I finally got the chance to see your lovely face.
I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like a lifetime, which indeed it was.
I grew slowly but steadily over the 40weeks. I grew accustomed to hearing your voice sing to me, talk sweetly to me and sometimes gently scold me especially when I got big enough to sit on the sciatic nerve.
I spent my time playing, sucking my thumb and listening for when Tim would tap and play. I never knew how much discomfort I was putting you through. I just couldn’t wait for the day you would hold me in your arms for the first time.
And then it happened. Feb 1, 2015
It’s been one year and it feels like an entire lifetime.
The joy of having you has made me forget those long days of back pain and leg spasms. Oh crap. And then, you introduced me to the term “prodromal labor ”. I didn’t even know they had such a fancy term for it. (early contractions that don’t increase in length, frequency or intensity). It was frustrating and exhausting being in “labor” and not actually “being” in labor.
And for those who think induced labor is worse than natural, hmmmm. That is story for another day.
I experienced true love at first sight when you were placed in my arms.
From the moment you pushed your way into the world I knew there was something special about you.
You weren’t afraid to let everyone that cared to listen know that greatness had been born.
My 4kg bundle of joy.
Watching you latch on the nipple, sometimes holding my finger as you nursed filled me with such warmth of feeling that words can’t describe.
You filled my whole existence and I can also say that of Dad and Tim.
Watching you chuckle and hearing your hearty giggles were sometimes the best part of my days and made the efforts of the sleepless nights worth it.
You show such eagerness for love and laughter.
The perfect companion for your brother.
I watch sometimes in horror as you both play together, and even though he is much stronger and is ignorant of the fact that you are just a baby, you take it in stride and have become a strong boy.
It’s hard to believe you are just 1.
I also I’m guilty of treating you as though you were older because of the way you have matured so quickly.
Mummy’s little baby is a big boy now.
Happy Birthday my little munchkin. Many more years ahead.
Gazillion kisses from the Zee’s Crib.