If you're reading this George, you've probably read quite a few of my other blogs before finding this one. I started Mumma in Training with the idea that it would be a brilliant way for family members, friends and people generally interested in parenthood, to keep up-to-date with our journey.
Recently, it suddenly dawned on me that one day, when you're old enough to operate a computer and read you might want to have a nosey at what I have been writing about you. I apologise that some of it may be a tad embarrassing for you, however, this particular post is a love letter just for you in the hope that one day you will come across it, and know how much you mean to me and your Dad.
The moment me and Dad knew you were going to be coming into our lives (3rd March 2017), we were instantly filled with love and happiness. We were blessed and excited for what you would bring to our new little family. It was so magical to think that I was growing a baby inside me!
After a few good months of morning sickness and hospital trips, I could really start to enjoy being pregnant. The beginning of June 2017 is when we found out you would be a boy. Once we knew, we phoned your grandparents to tell them the news. Everyone was so excited to meet you!
We went straight to Mothercare to buy your first outfit, a newborn fluffy "little lamb" winter onesie. It was adorable. Hopefully we still have it somewhere!
Now we knew you were a little boy, me and Dad kept coming up with potential names. Milo? No, reminds us of The Tweenies (a children's show in the 2000s). Archie? No, Dad didn't like this one. George?....hmmm, this could be a possibility. A name me and Dad both agreed on. Plus, it was my Grampy's (Nanny's Dad) name, what a lovely thought. We decided to wait until we saw you before giving you a name.
We even started to visualise what you would look like. You're bound to be tall, brunette and have blue eyes like me and your Dad. The Health Visitor recently told us that you're going to be 6 foot plus, so I wonder whether that comes true....
You were a cheeky little monkey when you were growing inside my belly. You'd kick and wriggle all day, but as soon as Dad placed his hand on my belly, you would stop. The odd occasion you gave him a big kick as if to say "Oi, get off". You could probably feel his warm hands, as they're always so hot!
As your due date approached, luckily, I was prepared and ready for you. As you know, I'm an organised person and back then was no different. I had Preeclampsia, which meant you would be joining us that little bit earlier. My placenta wasn't giving you enough of what you needed and was failing, so the doctors had to get you out straight away. I was given an emergency C-section and you were born into the world, wide-eyed and bushy tailed. When the surgeons showed us your little face, they were wide open, which is unusual for C-section babies.
From the moment we saw you, we fell instantly in love with this little boy we had created. You were perfect (and still are!). You needed a bit of oxygen to kick-start your lungs and it felt like such a long time before we got to see you properly. But when we did, we just didn't want to let you go. The days in hospital before coming home, were such a blur. It was like a dream. We were now parents!
Our hearts were now full. I didn't even know I had a love like this. I love your Dad with all of my heart, but this is a different kind of love.
At the time I'm writing this, you're nearly eight months old. You're currently in your car seat next to me on the sofa, fast asleep. Your pink little cheeks glowing and your fuzzy hair slightly moving with the small breeze coming through the window - It's rather warm today!
Up to now, we've been filled with so many emotions. Tears, laughter, tiredness, but we wouldn't change a thing. I can't believe that I'll be going back to work soon, but only working twice a week means that I'll still get to spend special time with you. The last eight months have been mind-blowing and we've created so many lovely memories already.
From loving a head massage with the little blue massage ball we have, scaring me and your Dad when you had a cold, splashing us in the bath and your first little holiday to Weston-Super-Mare at Pappy and Granny's caravan. There's so many more I could write about!
I have to say, being a parent has been the most difficult, challenging and emotional thing I have ever done. No one truly prepares you for it. But we love you with all of our hearts. And from the way you look at us, we know that you love us too. You also give us these lovely, wet kisses which is the cutest thing. Your big sparkly eyes light up when you see us, especially when Dad gets in from work. You get so excited that your play mate is home. The bond you two have is so special - although you wind each other up crazy!
You're just getting to that stage of understanding who me and Dad are. We walk out of the room and you get upset that you can't follow us. But it won't be long before you're crawling behind us.
I look at you every day, obviously I'm biased, but you're the most gorgeous baby ever. You melt my heart and constantly make me giggle with the funny things you do. Such as suck my chin or suck Dad's nose (strange I know!). We can only think that it's because it feels nice on your gums!
I constantly find myself thinking about what you're going to be when you're older and what you're going to do with your life. I just hope that I give you the best opportunities and upbringing possible. I will try my hardest. I will always be here for you, in times of need, advice and friendship. No matter what.
I love you to the moon and back!