31 August 2011

2010 - The best and the worst year of my life

I can't write a blog about your life without mentioning some of the bad times. There were some very bad times in your early life. You were the sunlight that got everyone through it. You were my rock, my strength and my guiding light, and you weren't even a year old.

You see, 2010 was a mixed year. It was the year you were born and the year I became a Mummy. It was also the year your Grandad died.

Grandad was diagnosed with a brain tumour in October 2009. I had just found out that you were a boy the week before. No one was prouder when they first met you than your Grandad. You could see the pride all over his face. It was like he had won the lottery. He was terribly ill the whole time you knew him but he always, ALWAYS made time for you. He would sit and watch you lying on your activity mat for hours, laughing at your little noises and squeaks. He liked to call you Harold. Mummy did NOT like that.

As you were quickly learning new skills everyday, Grandad seemed to lose his. He got weaker as you grew stronger. He grew quiet as you found your voice. You gave him slobbery kisses when he no longer could. You didn't see the pain and suffering that we did. You saw your Grandad. Your amazing, caring, loving and cherished Grandad. And that was what gave Grandad his strength.

When Grandad passed away, you were the light for everybody. You held us up. Without you, life would have been very dark in those following weeks.

You didn't do anything extraordinary. You were there. You were smiling. You needed feeding, changing, playing with. You showed us that life has to continue, even after one of the brightest lights in the sky has dissapeared. You cast a new light over us, one that I will follow for as long as it shines.

Mummy xxx

The first time I saw you, I knew that I loved you

Just in case you are worried, this is not a birth story. There is no way I would torture you with information about your Mothers, ahem, lady bits.

I will however, tell you that your birth was traumatic for both me and your Dad. I swelled up like a balloon in the days leading up to it due to pre-eclampsia. I was rushed into the high dependency unit, induced and then you were there. Not really screaming, just kind of whimpering, like you weren't expecting to be there. The nurse wrapped you up and handed you to me and thats when I knew I would do anything for you. I would move mountains and cross oceans for you.

You were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen and you were mine. I made you and you are my greatest accomplishment. My finest work of art. My Harryboo.

'I love you, Harryboo. Harry Harry Harry Harry Harryboo, ooo ohhh Harry. You're my Haryboo-oo-oo'
Adapted from Peggy Sue by Buddy Holly

This is what your Dad and I would sing to you to get you to sleep in the early days. It was your Dads fault. He used to sing it to your sister and then changed it for you.

It's actually a song from a very good film called Peggy Sue got married. You should watch it when you're older Harry. You'll like it.

Mummy x

For my beautiful boy

Time is passing us by so quickly, you and I. Already you are so independent and determined, and you are only 18 months old.

Your silly, sentimental Mummy is creating this blog for you and I to read when you are grown up and don't need me around so much. I will write about the major events in our lives, as well as our normal day to day activities. (They are exciting adventures to us but will sound boring to other people. That's because those people are not as much fun as we are!)

You are changing and doing new things everyday. You amaze me constantly with new tricks or funny habits. Today you learnt to say 'money' and that you get a ticket (receipt) in a shop. You liked the ticket more than the toy we bought. These are the little things I want to remember. These are the things I want you to be proud of when you are a man and you look back on our life together. You are my whole world Harry. You carry my heart around with you. Remember that, when you are a headstrong teenager who shouts at his mother.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

I love you to the stars and back.

Mummy xxx