It’s my children’s first birthday today. I remember the moment in the top picture very clearly indeed although the hours following it are a little more sketchy. It was the first time I laid eyes on one of the babies growing inside of me.
They were here.
They were out, airborne, alive.
I had a son.
And a daughter.
I think we were both a little stunned actually. Stunned and very excited. I was chuffed to bits, in between loosing four pints of blood and nearly passing out on the operating table, but very excited was most certainly the overriding feeling at that time.
I kept thinking “we have them for the rest of our lives, they’re not going anywhere, they’re here to stay”
And stay they most certainly did.
We were thrown in a whole new life full of brand new experiences, sensations, tiny bodies, black poo, funny noises and sleep snatched at various intervals throughout the night and day.
I acquired two new friends due to the fact that my son had been born with a tooth * wince *
And we got used to doing many things in a darkened room.
Did I mention the exhaustion?
I don’t think it’s passed to be honest. It’s a new level of constant tiredness that just hums along in the background of life. I would hear parents speak of always being tired but I didn’t actually realise that you still have to function as a whole and complete human being with bones that ache, a head that hurts, eyes that sting and a brain that has almost completely shutdown.
I’d like to say that it’s because we had two at once but I think the tiredness is relative.
When they were two weeks old we opted for a gentle routine from a book called Baby Secrets by Jo Tantum. My sister and her husband used it with their twins and we saw both babies and parents thrive on it. For the first few weeks on this routine there is something called the Dream Feed, it takes place at eleven pm. I would do the feed at seven PM and then go to bed with the babies at the bottom of the bed from seven until eleven. At eleven, and when I was in a coma-like deep sleep, Robert would come in with two bottles and have to wake me up. Each and every time he came in at that time I begged him to let us just let the babies carry on sleeping, just an hour more I wailed.
But babies need to be fed and small babies are fed every four hours. Tired parents or no tired parents.
The first year has been full of ‘firsts’
The first time on the beach.
The first time shopping.
The first time they went through the night.
The first injections.
The first tooth.
But the through line for the year has been something entirely different for me. It’s been a year when I have fallen in love.
I’ve fallen in love with the babies, they are my lifeblood, that goes without saying.
And I have fallen in love with the Daddy of the babies. All over again.
He’s pretty cool.
But I’ll tell you about that another time.
Happy birthday to my children. I love you.
Have a fantastic weekend whatever you may be doing and thank you so much for reading this week. I’m off to bake a cake or two!
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