|The joy of co-sleeping.|
Here, Jake is a week old. When we fell asleep, he'd
been more in the middle of the bed. Paul tells me
that within 20 minutes, he was firmly wedged in my armpit.
He still does that now except with a headbutt thrown in.
|Do you see that cheeky grin on his face?|
This is just after he chucked some blackberries at me.
What you don't see is the big chunk that went down my cleavage.
|This photo I did take myself. |
It was August 2009 and shortly before Jake's illness and hospitalisation.
It was one of the last times I was able to breastfeed him.
Everything changed when Jake became ill. It was a nightmare we are still coming to terms with. But normal took on a new meaning for us. Now, even through the hardest days when he's driving me up the wall, I'm still grateful. Because he's here.
Before Jake arrived, I had vague notions about what being a mother would entail. Most of them were from scary stories other parents had told me which I tried not to think about because I wanted to live the truth of my own experience.
It turns out that many of the scary stories are true, but so is this: it's a cliche, but motherhood really is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Thank you Jake, for making me a Mummy.