i've now been a mum for 48 weeks. well, 48 weeks tomorrow. i know the old addage that time flies but it truly has. it seems barely a moment ago that i was sat on this same worn cream sofa, propped up with innumerable cushions, my swollen ankles carefully elevated on the robust coffee table amidst piles of mum & baby magazines and NHS literature, wondering if i'd find out at the next appointment if i was to be induced soon.
at this point, i was still oblivious to what lay ahead; the long, long, long induction, the difficult and eventually assisted labour, followed by a long recovery from several minor ailments and infections, his jaundice and (the enemy of all new parents) - colic.
but, looking back, remembering the planning and preparation we both went through to prepare for his autumnal arrival... nothing, just nothing, prepares you for this immense responsibility, for sharing your life, your partner, and for having to become a different version of yourself.
since he arrived 48 weeks ago, after 5 days of induction and labour and terrible hospital food, he has become the centre of my world. my very core. everything i do is for him in some way or other. and thats ok. that's the way it should be, isn't it? my beautiful boy. my son.
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