Two (longish) years ago Toddler Boy entered the world. It had been a long and protracted labour, he started coming, then when we got to the hospital and I was 5cm dilated he had a change of heart. I don't much like hospitals either. After another 5 hour wait, I was given a Syntocinon drip and eventually, 3 days after the waters broke, our boy entered the world. Unfortunately, daddy/ hubby had forgotten to change the music on his MP3 player so it was to Symphony of Destruction by Megadeath. Luckily for daddy, I was completely oblivious to this, as I was focusing on the 4 midwifes and doctor peering at my nether regions and feeling a bit funny because of all the gas and air. In my birth plan I had visualised something calming like Portishead.
For the first 10 months of his life, he had me up at night at least 3 times. He breath held and passed out several times a day, and was rushed to A & E twice because of it. It turned out he had undiagnosed Silent Acid Reflux. He still breath-holds now, but its a behavioural thing and I'm blase about it. I was at my wits end, I really didn't think that it would be quite so hard to look after a baby. I remember thinking to myself all day long, 'please god, let him make it to 5 years old'. I have to admit to feeling a bit trapped by it all at times. At other times the whole situation that I found myself in was frankly hilarious and I think some of my blog posts reflect this.
During the following year, I returned to work and realised that I actually missed the little fella, he is funny, charming, sweet and most of all my baby. I spent a lot of this year feeling guilty about not spending as much time as I could with him, but work did provide a bit of an escape from constant television and nose blowing. For both of us. Toddler boy, also developed a special relationship with his grandparents and really feels at home in their company which is brilliant.
Now he is two, I cannot describe the range of emotions that I have reserved especially for him. From utterly besotted to utterly aggravated, from pure happiness to pure sadness at the thought that someday he will be someone else's boy. I have even taken to enjoying ironing his little t-shirts and trousers!
Two years ago my world changed for the better and I cannot dream of existing without him. Happy Birthday little man xx
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6 comments:
Happy Birthday Toddler Boy!
Happy Birthday Mr! xxx
Happy birthday big man!
Well done mummy (and wifey)! You've done such an ace job with the little fella and he loves you with all his heart.
Happy Brithday! How funny that so many children among the mummy bloggers have been born around Easter. I see, we are in great company :-)
Aah that is such a beautiful post. How scary for you to have him holding his breath so often. Well done for keeping sane. And don't feel guilty about working - I often think I'd enjoy my time with the children a lot more if I did work. Instead I'm with them 24 hours a day and I find myself moaning about it far far too much! It sounds like you've got the balance just right x
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