Happy Birthday To You
My son J just turned 1 on Monday. I can't believe it. My little squishy blob of a baby is now this cuddly, walking, sofa-mountaineering, stair climbing, dog chasing, sloppy-kiss giving, dancing, grooving force of nature. I love him. I love him more than I ever thought I could love anything.
I remember the first few days after the birth. I was kept in the hospital after a very long 32 hour labour. Instead of leaving him in his cot, I brought him into bed with me and we snuggled up for three whole days. We have been pretty much inseparable ever since. He is my buddy. My favourite little guy and no matter what sleep I lose, or what food gets catapulted into a wall ( he's a really good shot), I count my blessings for having such a sweet little thing.
Believe it or not I was worried when I was pregnant that I might not love him as much as I love my dog. At that point in time, my little bundle of fur was the most cherished thing in my world. Well, all I can say is that I must have been delusional. It's the best. I love this messy motherhood malarchy. I love the way he wakes up and smiles at me, tugs at my legs, nuzzles into me when he's sleepy or demands that I swing him back and forth singing Row Row Row Your Boat for the millionth time. I love it when he laughs that amazing laugh that only babies can make when they are crawling away from you, as you are frantically trying to change a diaper, and avoid getting everything covered in brown goo. I love it when he discovers he can do something new, or knows he is being naughty and gives me a cheeky little grin. I have a really terrible problem keeping a straight face.
Life has definitely changed. Things that I find funny or really no big deal now would have made my eyes water a year ago. If someone had told me that I would have a midget come into my bed and pee on my sheets in the middle of the night and I'd roll over and think, "Oh never mind, I'll sort it out in the morning," I never would have believed them. But now being peed on is nothing. We have become so blaze`. The other day Ron said, "I have something on my jeans. Do you think that's mustard or poo?" He wasn't even disgusted by it. It was as if he was asking me a general opinion about something uneventful, like.. do you like vanilla or chocolate ice cream? It makes me laugh when I find myself immediately looking behind the sofa, in the plant pot or in the toilet when a remote control or phone goes missing... he has successfully sent a couple for a swim.
I don't know what you all thought about pregnancy. It was something I was unprepared for. Mine was particularly brutal. I have a blog all about that which is now discontinued called Preggo Eggo. I was sick. Sick, sick, sicky, sick. Sometimes I just laid down on the bathroom floor and cried. It was awful and I swore to myself at the time that I would never do it ever again. I even was worried that I wouldn't like my baby because of the nine months of pain I had to go through.
Well, all I can say is it was totally worth it. So this one is for you my amazing boy.
To the little rascal has made our lives so great. We wouldn't trade one second, and just so you know, every day we tell you just how great you are.
