Today my dear littlest turned one. One year ago today, I was feeling a little bit jelly in my knees and arms as if I was beaten up in a fight. I felt light headed, I slept as if in reality and dreamland.
One year ago today I was a weak newly post-partum woman still reliving the events that happened just in the morning. I couldn’t get over the fact that as my toddler slept (11pm) I entered in labour and then by the time she woke up I had her baby brother in my arms (6:29am).
I call my second baby a miracle baby because God listened to my prayers and he was born within the time frame I had in my visions. I went into labour in the middle of the night and before his sister woke up I had given birth to him. He was nice and cleaned by the time she was up and looking for her mother.
That day was sunny, yet cold. I remember crawling back into bed around 9am with my baby boy for a nap while daddy took care of AOI. I woke up and started taking over my IG feed with TOI’s pictures. I wanted the whole world to feel how I was feeling. I was over the moon and I couldn’t get down. In a way IG stabilised my emotions.
So, one year is a very important number for me when it comes to being a mother. Every other year is important too but my children turning 1 means we’ve come a very long way, both as a baby and as a mother.