I love the night before B & E’s birthday. I get to look back.
I remember a pregnancy, so easy to begin with, slightly complicated when E stopped growing at 30 weeks.
I remember the harsh Yorkshire winter, being encouraged to spur on baby movements after steroid injections with a little coffee and brisk waddling over the cobbled streets of Halifax.
Smiling, remembering the bags being packed the night before, ready to phone in the morning to confirm the time I would need to be at the hospital to be induced. Of switching off the alarm the following morning, already in hospital, with two beautiful boys next to me in a crib.
Of E being admitted back into hospital at 10weeks, with suspected pyloric stenosis, of surgery, and full health.
Of the discovery of tandem feeding, to growing independence.
Of milestones, of developing personalities.
Of balancing work. Beginning playschool, starting nursery school.
Swimming lessons, infatuations with Fireman Sam, Paw Patrol and Ninjago.
Of best friends, of sumo wrestling, of laughter, and tears, and tears of laughter.
The discovery of ‘knock, knock’ jokes, of hysteria caused by learning words like ‘poo-poo pants’.
And of course, of the discovery of emotional blackmail: “You’re not my best friend anymore” and one for the heart-strings: “Mummy, you’ve hurt my feelings”.
I love that our home is one full of love. That we have children who have adopted the Wonder Pets motto:
“What’s going to work? Teamwork” seems to fit their relationship in every way.
In one way it feels as though the years have passed so quickly, and yet they are so full of memories each day is lived.
Our boys are 4.
A lifetime of adventure ahead.