6.43 am, 27th June 2010: the moment my life changed forever.
You are tiny, little Frog. Purple, you don’t even look human really. Your little feet are all crooked from where they’ve been scrunched up inside me so long. Your little hands make angry fists.
The midwife asks if you are a girl or a boy. I say “A girl, I think”. And then burst into tears. I didn’t realise how much I’d secretly wanted a girl until I saw you.
That was how we met, you purple and me crying, this day 12 months ago.
It’s been a funny old year. I’ve had the best and worst moments of my life. Motherhood has raised me up, brought me down, chewed me to pieces and spat me out. But it spat me out whole.
I am me now, I just didn’t realise you were missing before.
Love is waking at 3am to a bed covered in poo and not (really) minding it. Love is smelling your hair. Love is seeing you clap when I walk into a room.
Happy Birthday Frog.
Love is you.