If you’re around my age then you must remember tamagotchis? I remember no matter what pet I chose it would never seem to last longer than a few days… I would either forget to feed it or it was so unhappy it would run away… I was never a very maternal person so you must understand my excitement today. Today I have kept my little human alive for a total of 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months… I remembered to feed, change and play with him.
How has my first 365 days been? If you have been following my blog posts you will know that I was not born to be a mother nor was it something I had planned for… those of you who don’t know me.. Hello I am Carla, I came off the pill to give my body a “break” and after what can only be described as false information from a friend .. Her words were “yeah me and my husband just do the pull out method, it works great for us” and me being gullible me.. Well I failed to recognise she had 3 children 4 and under.
So when I found out I was pregnant I was a tad nervous… I mean even my tamogotchi ran away from home. Now… I know George is still unable to walk yet so perhaps he plans to leave once his chunky legs are strong enough to carry him…
Looking back over the year it has been challenging at the best of times. I have cried more in the last year than I have in my previous 29 years.. I have loved more in the last year than I ever knew possible… and I have seen so many different types of shit I never knew existed.. The hard one… the gooey one.. The sweetcorn one and tarmac one… ohhh and the seeded one.. (you will know it when you see it). I have reached a record of 4 days without a shower and I have used dry shampoo as deodorant wayyyy too many times. I have learnt a good day is when you have managed to use the bathroom alone and a great day is when you get five minutes to shower and shave your bits. It isn’t easy being a mummy especially when so many people you know have so many different opinions on how to raise a baby… I found I had spent the first 8 months trying to be everyone else’s version of a good mum.. And now I just choose to be me… yeah sometimes he may have porridge for tea or he may skip a bath 2 days in a row.. And yeah sometimes I drink wine when he is in bed But so what… that doesn’t make me a bad mum. One thing I have learned is a happy mummy equals a happy baby.
Happy first birthday to my beautiful amazing son xxxxx I love you to the moon and back xxx I am sure over the next year we will have more tears, more tantrums and plenty more shits… and I can’t wait!!!!!!!!!! (… I have clearly had way too many wines)