I suppose every mother gets sentimental around the time of their child’s birthday. What the hell am I even saying I think ANY mother is pretty much sentimental when simply looking at their child, a little bit of heaven that carries a piece of their heart.
Miss M’s birthday is fast approaching and I every time my brain drifts off into the madness that is known as my mind, I find myself thinking of little snapshots burned in memory of her over the past three years.
Yes you’ve seen right, in 2 weeks my baby will have graced our lives for three whole years. The gears in my head are working overtime trying to process this. THREE WHOLE YEARS. Three years of feeling so much.
It truly does feel like yesterday that we brought this tiny human home, overwhelmed with anxiety and happiness.
Since that day we have experienced moments of intense happiness, utter exhaustion, complete hopelessness, being completely floored, ugly crying, breastfeeding, poop storms, poonamies, poopsplosions, being peed on and vomited down my shirt, being milked like a cow-thank goodness for electronic breast pumps, being anything from a human trampoline to a bed, surviving on coffee only, dirty hair, loads of washing, then absolute elation, jubilant joy, first smiles, first words, first teeth, first steps, first walk in the ocean, first time meeting my mom, first time meeting my dad-there are no words to describe the pride in their eyes, first hugs, first kisses, first I love you, all the beautiful, and some slightly less.
We sailed through the ebbs and flows and after 3 years we are here, with a beautiful, strong, piquant, affectionate and warm little soul, standing with her arms on her hips, chin high ready to face the world head-on.
Although my heart might feel hints of sadness, the pride and jubilance is overpowering for this little soul.