I am joining in with the Britmums Prompt this week where we are asked to tell you about the best day with our family.
When I became a mum, it felt like a lovely two had become a wonderful three. My son was a bonus, adding to an already fun and lively couple. Yes folks, once upon a time I was fun and lively. We had great days out at the seaside, in the countryside, at car boot sales, at airshows and even figured out ways of my son accompanying us on trips with work. They were really happy times.
When you become a mum to two, things get more complex and especially if that monster known as post-natal depression enters your world. I was delighted when my daughter was born but I soon found myself really struggling with the demands of both children especially when a family conflict resulted in my parents not contacting me for months on end.
I was shocked when I became pregnant again with number 3. I don’t know why as by now I had worked out what causes babies. I decided that I would enjoy the pregnancy and just hope for the best I would cope when my second son came along.
My third child was born a day early. I remember them doing all sorts to induce proper labour as things just did not progress. Eventually, it was a case of an emergency Casarean. Does that make a difference I wonder? Anyway, the hugest baby ever seen in the hospital was delivered and I just remember the midwife rubbing his face against mine. All I wanted to do was sleep after a traumatic night. We took him home and we had a near miss car crash on the way home. More stress. Then he started screeching and we had the horrors of colic for months. Through all this, I was very clear that although I knew I was responsible for this baby, I had no feelings for him at all.
One day, we were out in the car on a day out. I suddenly looked at my son and saw he was ill. He was funny colour and his eyes were sort of lolling around. We rushed him to hospital. I was so scared that I sent my husband in to get the diagnosis and sat in the car with the other children. I know that sounds awful.
When my husband brought him back to the car, the news was good. It was just tonsilitis. At that point, all the love flowed from me and we have never looked back. In fact, we are so very close and he gets away with more than the other two my husband says. I always say that he had to do without my love for months so it will be there in heaps now. He is my cheeky chappy, my comic genius, my born performer and my healer. He is essential to this family.
So this may seem a strange post considering the prompt. What I want to say is that it is this day when my family became complete, the day I started to love all my children for the first time.