How did this happen?

My baby is 2 years old!

What!?

“Hi – I’m 2!”

How did this happen?

How old? 2 I tell you!

How old? 2 I tell you!

When did she grow up?

Seriously!

Seriously!

And what is it about birthdays that makes us feel all nostalgic and in awe of our children? I feel like I’ve spent the month looking at her and thinking ‘wow!’

I can’t believe how clever she is, even if when she counts she misses out the number 2. Junebug knows all her colours and some shapes (hearts and stars of course). Her memory impresses me, often referring to something which happened weeks ago. She knows loads about her little world and is always telling me about what we’re doing or what she wants to do next.  Singing is one of her favourite things to do, she frequently requests the wheels on the bus or incy wincy spider and sings along so sweetly doing the actions. Frozen songs are very high up on the list of songs she likes to sing along to. All. The. Time.

Junebug amazes me with her care and affection too. She pats me on the back or smooths my hair when we have a cuddle and loves to give Daddy a kiss goodbye in the mornings. She looks after her dolly so kindly and even puts a blanket over her little pushchair at ‘naptime’ saying “shhhh baby, sleep”. She has grown in her understanding of the cat too, she knows cuddles are nice but when Bear walks away it’s a good idea to let her go. Each night as we pray together we ask who she would like to pray to Jesus for; she always mentions her best little friend and recently her auntie who is about to have a baby as well as cake, obviously.

Sweet girl.

Sweet girl.

Her love of outside is one of her daddy’s favourite things about her. Always wanting to play on her swing or slide, or just run up and down the slope in our back garden pretending to be planes. She loves checking up on the flowers she has planted or sitting in her tent reading stories to her ‘friends’.

I love her confident and friendly nature. Junebug loves going out to see friends whether a playdate or at a toddler group. We met some lovely friends at our singing group due to my funny girl running over and plonking herself down on a lady’s knee to play with her and her granddaughter. We’d not spoken before, but now we are all good friends. I hope she keeps this characteristic, it’s one I’m jealous of.

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Junebug can be a reall girly girl. She loves wearing ribbons or clips in her hair and she likes it when she can wear a pretty dress, especially if it has pockets. Pink is her favourite colour and she loves playing with her dollies and cuddly toys. Drawing, other arts and crafts, baking and reading are all very high on her list of ‘best things’.

However, she loves planes, bikes, trains, helicopters and cars hugely! I have become an expert at deciphering between engine noises due to her interest. And she loves to rough and tumble and throw balls; so she can be a bit of a tomboy too which we love.

I feel like I’ve blinked and my little pudding has grown up! I love this stage though and am trying to savor it as I figure it will disappear as fast as the baby stage. I can’t wait to look back at this when she is a big kid and remember, and probably sob as much as do now when I look back at her tiny baby photos and memories.

So. Much. Love.

So. Much. Love.

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Her 365th night

Phoebe asleep on her 365th night.

Junebug asleep on her 365th night.

Phoebe as near to exactly 1 year old as possible. Taken at 6.50am 26th June 2014.

As near to exactly 1 year old as possible. Taken at 6.50am 26th June 2014.

As I crept up to check on my little one last night I couldn’t help but take a photo. This was the last night before she turned one and a precious one in many ways. It had a sentimental sadness to it – this was the last of the firsts. Junebug has now experienced a whole year, she has seen Christmas, Easter,  and all the holidays. She has known all the seasons; wrapped up in winter and toddled barefoot in summer. The 25th June was the last date she had never been alive for before. As I think back over the year I have to believe we have been so totally blessed with great memories. I mean sure her first trip to the beach it rained and I haven’t taken her swimming as much as I’d like but how amazing that we have done all that we have done together. And while it’s sad that some firsts are behind us it is so much more exciting to think of all that is ahead. As a family we thank God for blessing us with such an inquisitive and funny little girl to fill our days.

Thinking…

Thinking…

A friend mentioned about writing a blog and I thought maybe I’ll give it a go. While perusing hers for inspiration I followed a couple of links and came across this set of photos telling the birth story of a little Matilda. What a coincidence! Almost a year ago exactly this is what happened to myself and my husband, and our daughter. There are many differences in our stories but our adventure was generally the same. Similarities: I gave birth in the passenger seat of our car. Differences: I had never given birth before, my husband was driving while it was happening, I looked a state having been unable to concentrate for long enough to brush my hair or put in my contact lenses, we stopped at a petrol station. In many ways I’m glad there wasn’t anyone with a camera handy!
With Junebug’s birthday fast approaching I find myself thinking over what happened a lot and each time am blown away by how lucky we were. Or really how God was watching over us. What many people don’t realise is that what happened was potentially life threatening for both Phoebe and myself. Phoebe had been breech until I was 37 weeks pregnant when we had a successful ECV. This meant I could have the natural birth I desperately wanted, however there is a 1 in 35 percent chance that my baby might return to the breech position in the next few weeks. Therefore they tell you you must ring when you go into labour so they can scan and see what position baby is in. Unfortunately the midwife we called was not interested in this, nor the fact that my contractions were lasting 60 seconds and were 120 seconds apart. “It’s only been going on for an hour? Oh it’ll be ages yet, don’t come in” An hour later there was blood all over my bathroom floor and my husband was ushering me into the car telling me we really needed to get to the hospital now. I am so glad Junebug was still the right way up as delivering a breech baby alone could have had severe complications. And she was perfect 🙂
Apologies to those of you reading this who have no interest in birth and babies, as I said it has been on my mind this week. And it’s only my first ever blog so forgive me.