Monday, 10 September 2012

proper mum

This photo makes me happy. Me and my friend S, pushing our boys along the road in their prams. We went to the baby weighing clinic and I walked back to our flat on my own with Skittle. 


So it's a rubbish photo but I don't care. I like it. I like it a lot. 

The last time I went out on my own I felt dreadful, panicked, sweated, hyperventilated and had Skittle pressed to me in the sling as I held his little legs and constantly kissed his head. This time I went out with the pram, and although a bit tense and nervous I ACTUALLY KIND OF ENJOYED IT. Oh my goodness. I never thought I'd see the day.

Finally after 7 long months I feel like I've done something proper mum-ish. I'm so sorry Skittle that it's taken me so long. Here's to more, short and manageable adventures!

1 comment:

  1. I know how you feel. When mr g had to go get his flight to the states, one day hubby had to drive him and leave me with the baby all night. You can't! I insisted, then tried to get my friend to come snd stay over. In the end smidge and I stayed all alone and an even bigger step still I took her out of her cot and had her in the bed with me! It was the best ever feeling to wake up and find her alive! It was the best thing that could have happened and I felt so much more bonded with her, having overcome that fear.