The first …
… time I laid eyes on you was after a long and difficult labourfollowed by an emergency C-section. You were all bundled up with just yourlittle eyes and nose peeking through and you were being clutched tightly byyour papa – half out of love, and half out of fear that he might drop you. Hebent down and held you close to me so that I could give you a little kiss andthen he whisked you off to be washed, weighed and wrapped up. You were thesweetest, cutest and also chubbiest newborn that I had ever seen. Quite simply, it was love.
… time that I held you was half an hour after you were born. I’d beenefficiently stitched up and taken back to our room and your papa and the nursebrought you to me so I could cuddle and feed you. You were greedy from thestart. In months to come, you would start to squeal with joy whenever I fed youwhich limited our trips out and about during the breastfeeding months. Atnineteen months old, you’re still a little obsessed with boobs, something Ifind bemusing, your papa delighted with.
… time that we took you home was a week after you were born. We stayed in thehospital for a while so the nurses could look after us while I recovered fromthe operation and you learned that there was no need to panic, I had plenty ofmilk for you. You might remember your first day at home because I shoutedloudly at your papa for shrinking all my clothes. He thought he was helping bydoing the laundry. I thought he was more of a hindrance.
… time that you smiled was at six weeks old. And you haven’t stopped since. Ilove your smile. I love that you smile so frequently. I love that you have somuch to smile about. I particularly love your gappy toothed smile now that youhave a full mouth of teeth (though I did not love the sleepless nights thatthose teeth caused as they made their painful journey through your gums).