The moment I became a mother was the happiest moment of my life. Nothing that had happened prior to that moment came close to hit of euphoria I felt when my baby was born. Because what I felt was so much more than happy. It was an epic rush of unparalleled joy. I was elated at what I had done, thrilled at becoming a mum, amazed that I had created new life, stunned at the precious little bundle that was presented to me. No other joy in my 31 years held the power of that moment. I won’t sugar coat the 32 hours of hell prior to her birth. My labour was long, hard, and full of intervention. Apparently my cervix was not very cooperative (read: a little pissed off at being induced and told to “hurry up”). It decided not to play ball. After over 20 hours of intense contractions that generated minimal dilation, I accepted an epidural, defeated and exhausted. As my husband cheerfully ate a hot breakfast of sausages, eggs, bacon and toast, I wanted to slap him. But all the varicose veins, sleepless nights, hip pain, nausea, headaches, labour pains, stirrups and horrendous vacuum extraction were forgiven the moment my daughter was delivered onto my chest. With an ear-piercing wail in sync with the cracks of thunder outside, it was over. The wait was over. The nine months of anticipation were over. I had met her. I had met my daughter. I had become a mum. I was the happiest person in the world….
Three years ago, we welcomed Miss H into our family and I became a mum of three under three! She has blessed our lives with fun, cheek, laughter and love. Bucket loads of love. She’s an affectionate little thing, and though she’s outgrown many things, she hasn’t outgrown cuddles (thankfully!).
I always get nostalgic around the girls’ birthdays, reminiscing about their birth and reflecting on the early days. I loved my labour with Miss H. It was a (mostly) positive, enjoyable experience free of the trauma and intervention of my previous two labours. You can read her birth story here. While the birth was lovely, the post-natal complications were traumatic. And if you’re up for that story, you can find that here….
As a child I loved telling stories, and I still do as an adult. This blog is just one way I share stories. I like to create, collect and celebrate family moments. I gather these memories up and I enjoy chronicling their lives through words and images. It is partly for me, so I can hold onto their childhood, but it is for their benefit, too. Of course, I try to do this in a way that enables me to enjoy being in the moment with them. There’s a juggling act to capturing the special moments in life, and actually being present for them.
When you’re a parent, each time your child reaches a new milestone is exciting and naturally you want to capture these precious moments. We can’t commit every detail to memory, so our natural response is to record it. Photos, videos and letters form a little “time capsule” of our lives. Imprinting a childhood with these ‘souvenirs’ is a lovely gift to pass on. Children will forever treasure memories if they are preserved….
When Miss A was just a baby, I couldn’t wait for her to reach the next milestone. I was eager for her to roll, crawl, walk and talk. And those milestones were celebrated with great excitement. But lately, another milestone has been looming and my emotions have been mixed. And today was the day for that milestone. My “baby” started school.
I wrote here about preparing myself for this moment. I held back tears when we left kinder for the last time. For me, it signified the end of a wonderful chapter and a reminder that my little girl was not so little anymore….
Christmas is always such a busy time of year, isn’t it? Unfortunately, some of the joy of anticipating this special day can be eclipsed by the pressures, obligations and “busyness” during the lead up. But finally the kinder concerts, ballet performances, school transitions, and social obligations have all come to an end, and now Christmas is here for us to enjoy.
We celebrated with my husband’s side of the family, a week early, to avoid back-to-back family celebrations on Christmas Day. It was a smart move. Nine adults and seven children gathered at our home for a seafood feast, and celebration of life. Now, all I have to do now on Christmas morning is wake up to the joy of Santa’s visit and lap up all that magical goodness. Then I’ll turn up to my Auntie’s with a salad and bottle of sparkling, ready to embrace another celebration and devour another Christmas spread!…