L turns six next week, a day sure to be full of cake and chaos, marking precious time which has as always, just flown by.
Author Charlie Plunkett asked me to contribute to her book a couple of years ago, a project which aimed to chart life as a parent in only 100 words. 100 Little Words on Parenthood was the result, an inspiring book containing contributions from writers, experts, grandparents and more.
When first approached, I was keen to add my account, aware that this would also be an amazing keepsake for my daughter. Finding the space to cram every emotion of motherhood into so few words was incredibly difficult, and I hope I managed to go some way towards achieving it.
A tough and enduring pregnancy, we really struggled through it at points, completely unaware of what was awaiting us at the other side. So with our little lady reaching her latest annual milestone, and the parental challenges changing each day, I wanted to look back at those early motherhood thoughts I penned…
After months of anticipation, the pregnancy test is positive. The bump steadily grows and so does our giddy excitement.
In my 24th week we receive a worrying prognosis. “I’m terribly sorry, but you are in the very early stages of labour.” A blur of steroid injections follow. The wait for news feels endless. Then, hope.
Our baby is born at 42 weeks, the most beautiful bundle I could have imagined. Sleepless delirium and post-birth trauma pales into insignificance. I miss her when she is asleep and she completes me when she is awake. Being a mummy equals heaven on earth.