From the moment you announce your first pregnancy people tell you how fast time will go. You smile at them and nod your head, not truly understanding what they mean, until your baby is born. Then when your second arrives it feels like time accelerates even more.
It only feels like five minutes ago I was in hospital, sat on the bed waiting for the midwife to collect me to take me down to theatre on that scorching hot day at the end of May. Now the weather is a lot colder and we have a six month old on our hands. A beautiful, bouncing six month old baby boy.
I worried a little when I was pregnant about how our family dynamics would change with our new addition, but there really wasn’t any cause for concern. G has slotted in perfectly and is the most delightful little man. He has a smile that lights up his whole face and is so very infectious. He isn’t a crier, not unless he’s hungry or tired, and is usually calmed quite easily with food or a cuddle.
He is very different to his brother. Whereas O was very chilled out, happy to sit on your knee for hours, G wants to be busy. He loves his jumperoo and isn’t a huge fan of sitting. He loves to be walked around so he can have a good nosey at everything around him, a task which is getting increasingly harder the bigger he gets. O was always a little on the dainty side whereas there isn’t really anything delicate about G. We always joke he has rugby player legs!
G adores his big brother and loves to watch him bouncing about. He saves his best baby giggles for O, and I love to watch them together. Their bond is really starting to develop, although I think G may have the upper hand when he gets a little big bigger. He is almost sitting up unaided, he can manage a few seconds but is still a bit wobbly. He loves being on his feet and I don’t think we’ll be waiting twenty months like we did with O before he starts walking.
It’s hard to put into words the joy he has brought into our lives. I know it sounds a bit of a cliche but he really has completed our family. I always felt there was something or someone missing but that feeling has gone and it feels amazing. We spend more time as a family now than we did before and I love it when we’re all out together, I could actually burst with pride.
When you have wanted something for so long there is always a worry that it may not be quite as good as you hope. Becoming a mum for the second time has been so much better than I ever could have imagined. We have been lucky as, in many ways, G is a very easy baby. He knows what he wants and is quite skilled in making us understand what that is. He loves his food and he loves his sleep and he loves interaction. He’s developed a bit of a screech if he thinks he isn’t getting enough attention which certainly gets the focus back on him.
Those newborn days are amazing, so intoxicating, but I’m really enjoying the stage we are at now. This week he has just moved into his own room and although I felt like a part of me was missing not having him next to me, the smile I got when I went into his room in the middle of the night when he woke was amazing.
I could ramble on about G for hours, but I’ll leave it there for now.
Happy Half Birthday Little Man, there aren’t enough words to tell you how much you are loved.
Thank you for the past six months, and for the fun we’re going to have in the next six.