THAT FIRST YEAR
The year that two became three
NO. MORE. HOT. TEA
The year of not leaving your side
For more than an hour
And feeling revived
From a two minute shower
The year of whitenoise, cuddles and baby slings
As you slowly adjust to the outside things
The year of sleep regressions
Monkey impressions
Panicked google searches
Too many to mention
The year I realized that women
Really do hold all the powers
Rocking and pacing
For hours and hours
Being more selective of the company I keep
And dreading that question
“So, how does he sleep?”
The year of building all the rods for my own back
Binning the baby books and not looking back
Endless walks with the pram to help you nap
Pounding the pavement looking like crap
One whole year to realise
There’s no wrong or right
There’s what works
What you NEED
In the middle of the night
The year of doublts and fears
And bending the ears
Of family and friends
He’ll sleep eventually
But when?!
But you’re more than your sleep struggles
So much more
You’re that look of wonder
At a knock on the door
Your giggles
Your protests
And that tiny roar
Beaming with pride
As you take in your stride
Learning to roll, crawl and stand
And wave your wee hand
The year of grand plans and dreams
Of these homemade cuisines
But some days just called
For eggs, chips and beans
And yet somehow you thrived
And we just about survived
The hourly wake-ups
And some almost breakups
You really did shake-up
These two kids
Written by our Contributing Writer - Karen McMillian. From @mother_truths
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