On this day two years ago, I found out I was pregnant with Lady P.
15 months later, I look at her and am overwhelmed with the love and happiness she brings me every second of every day.
To put it bluntly, she’s the dog’s.
Before you have children and when you are pregnant, people like to tell you how hard it is to have children, that you have to give up a lot of what you like doing, and that “you’ll never not feel tired again”.
This is all true, and I can vouch for the fact that you take a lot of things for granted before you have kids. Having a sick day, sleeping a hangover off until whatever o’clock, or even nipping out to pick up some milk without the entire contents of Mamas and Papas.
It’s also true that each night of those first few months does feel like a lifetime. You worry about every single sniffle, rash, or cry, but when you just stop and appreciate it all, you realise that having a child is the most wonderful thing you can ever do.
Being a parent has taught me to appreciate today and to try to never forget a single moment. Like when Lady P discovered ‘twirling’ and made herself dizzy mastering her new talent.
*Grabs the sick bucket*
It’s taught me to get off my phone and talk to, play with or just watch my daughter. Like when Lady P picks up a bag, pops the handles over her wrist and says “bob-bye” (off to the shops apparently).
I’ve learned to make time to spend with family so that they can share her too. Like when she SHRIEKS at seeing my nephews, who incidentally adore her.
I’ve also realised that I don’t actually need as much sleep, and to fit in my own personal interests around that.
Yes, I am shattered most of the time. Yes, I feel like I am busier than I have ever been trying to cram everything in. Yes, reading a whole book from cover to cover takes around 6 weeks. And yes, I look back at holidays lazing on a sun bed with a mojito in hand as a distant memory.
But I would absolutely never swap my lot.
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