As Mini B’s second birthday fast approaches, it seems that everyone’s most overused comment after entering parenthood, “enjoy it, they grow up so fast”, is most definitely true.
It feels like yesterday that I was having a meltdown because I couldn’t work out how to put a vest over his tiny newborn head for fear of squashing him (cue eye-rolling midwife stepping in to take over) and squeezing my hugely inflated sausage feet and legs into DVT tights, post labour – oh how I wish I’d taken photographic evidence of this for nostalgic/comedic purposes.
Mr B and I still catch ourselves in moments of disbelief that he actually belongs to us (don’t tell Mini B this, we do remember he’s ours in time to do the important things such as collect him from nursery/answer him when he’s shouting out for us from his cot – tempting as it to ignore this at 7am on a Sunday).
To each other, we still look the same (addition of wrinkles, grey hairs, saggier bits obviously), sound the same and are the same people who fell in love all those years ago except now all the photos in the house of us on sunkissed holidays and drunk at parties have been replaced with 400 photos of our mini person in varying poses of newborn to toddlerdom.
Seeing Mini B morph from cute little blob who could only manage a gurgle or a milk puke to a little chap with a growing personality is enchanting.
That first time he reached out and touched a toy whilst we both watched in amazement thinking, "wow, he's a baby genius!" to now hurtling around the living room with his Gruffalo book demanding more cheese – we won’t know what to do with ourselves once he can actually hold a conversation beyond “read it, peeeese” or “big poooooo!”
Parenthood creates new friendships and gives new perspective in life – I’ve met some amazing, gorgeous people since I became a mum.
The whole NCT thing seemed a total farce to me whilst I with bump. I could buy a new iPad at the same rate as it costs to effectively buy some fellow pregnant women, who, just because they all conceived at the same time as me, would apparently mean we were now to become best friends for life. I was oh so wrong though and struck gold with my lovely gang - I don’t think I’d still be sane without those 3am email pleas to one another about what to do with a lumpy nipple.
The transition from all-encompassing 24/7 mummy world on maternity leave to full-time worker juggling mum duties is a tricky one and something that I'd find impossible to say, "yeah, it's the best thing ever working full-time and being a mum"…
You’re constantly feeling guilty that you’re:
a) not there for the mini person enough and missing out on countless milestones. Knowing your nursery key worker can get him to sleep at lunchtime and you can't isn't a good ego boost.
b) enjoying your freedom to go to the loo on your own and look at your phone without a wrestling match and Octonauts bribery to get it back from mini person afterwards
c) not rich enough to give up work entirely.
But kids are resilient little monsters and Mini B seems to be gliding through his nursery life without too many dramas so far…..only time will tell!...
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