Well, one more sleep until our little boy turns a whole one! This time last year I was in hospital, being induced. It hadn’t started hurting yet and I was feeling pretty smug about the whole birth thing. (Fast forward a couple of hours, definitely not feeling smug, groaning like some sort of large mammal).
I’d always looked forward to feeling the first signs of labour and waking hubs up to tell him baby was on they way. Not sure why I convinced myself I’d go into labour in the night. As it happened I was told a day and time I’d be going into labour. I was so nervous in the morning, I started scrubbing all the doors, panicking and telling hubs we couldn’t possibly bring a baby back to such a filthy house! (It was immaculate.)
I’ve talked about the birth before, and shortly afterwards. So much has happened in his first year! He is walking now, experimenting with sounds, occasionally he shouts, it’s both unintelligible and adorable. When you have a baby people say ‘blink and you’ll miss it!’ How right they are! This year has flown by. There are already a million things I’d do differently if I could have him again, things I wish I had known, things I wish I hadn’t worried about. We’ve had the steepest learning curve of our lives, but the most exciting. We still stare at him in disbelief sometimes, we made him. Our perfect little boy. I’m watching him shovel strawberries into his mouth, he loves them, and I love the smell of him when he’s eaten. I love how he scrunches up his nose when he smiles, and how he smiles with his eyes, just like his daddy! I love how he holds his hands if he’s unsure about something, how he giggles when I sound out C-A-T. How he cocks his head to one side and rests it on my shoulder if he’s feeling shy. How when we’re in clothes shops he grabs hold of clothes and shakes them. How he devours toasted teacakes.
There are of course some things I’m not so keen on. Like his habit of crying when you tell him ‘no’. The fact that he’s always finding and dragging my toothbrush across the bathroom floor. That he won’t stop eating the cat biscuits. That he likes to lick the cat. (Captain doesn’t seem bothered by this). He keeps pulling my top down in public. My food is no longer my own. He puts his sticky fingers all over me he has temper tantrums which involve screaming in my face whilst furiously smacking me.
Have I learnt much in this first year? Heaps. If I can save you some time, stop second guessing yourself and stand by your decisions. A lot of well meaning people will give you ‘advice’ you don’t have to take any of it.
I always thought I’d be a tad more emotional when William turned one. (Granted there’s still time) and I do feel like our baby is slipping away from us at an alarming speed, but I adore the little boy that’s replacing him. Every day he amazes us, and yes we’re tired, emotional and at times frustrated, but he’s been our world for a year. And what a wonderful year it has been.
In other news:
Baby-proofing has made our kitchen the most annoying room in the house.
We will be getting William his first proper pair of shoes next week.
I can no longer poo in peace.