It has been such a long time since I last wrote a post.
Let’s try again then.
So there has been a major change since my last bog post. I am no longer 40 weeks pregnant (hallelujah) I am mother to one completely scrummy boy.
Ahhh yes I had a boy.
In my last post I was trapped in the unknown. I didn’t know what gender my little human bean was or when they would actually make an appearance.
I was 10 days overdue by the time that my little man made his entrance into the world. I had been in labour for 4 days, when all at once, baby decided he was coming out. He had passed “GO” and was not stopping.
I am happy, proud, excited, fit to burst, to finally introduce,
and here he is in a more recent photograph…
When I was pregnant I thought I knew what love was, I thought I already loved the small person, who I was giving life to.
Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the, knock me flying off my feet, rush of love that I experienced when I first got to meet my little boy.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I am also blown off my feet by how much Noah amazes me. I thought seeing the same person, day in and day out, would mean that the magic would go. It would become “normal”. That things would cease to amaze and day to day life would slowly take over from the rush of love, pull me out of the baby haze that I found myself in.
This little person has gone from being this helpless infant, to a small person who can sit by himself, eat “real” foods. Noah has emotions, and can communicate those feelings with me. There is laughter, tears, chatting, playing.
No day is ever the same.
I am so looking forward to seeing what the future holds, what will Noah achieve? Who will he become?
Not to wish his life away of course, I’m just curious, because as a parent I know that the answer to those questions falls partially on me. I know that we choose our own paths, though we are sometimes swayed by our peers. Noah’s life is started by me, I put the building blocks in place, to help Noah make ” good” choices, choose a path that is fulfilling, and gives his life purpose, whatever he feels his purpose is. For the first part of his life the way I parent, and the person I teach him to be, is who he is. That is a scary thought. The choices I make even now, the things I teach Noah, may impact on his life, they may stick with him forever. That is a terrifying responsibility.
But for now I will concentrate on the present.
Make every moment count and cherish Noah everyday.
I won’t promise to become a regular blog publisher, but I am going to try harder, I am also going to work on getting my YouTube page up and running. These things I want to put in place so that Noah has something to look back on, as well as the photo albums filled with hundreds of photos (and that is just from when he was born to a week old!).
Well I hope all these platforms are still in place when Noah is older!