It’s been a week of nostalgia and reminiscing in my little corner of Devon this week, as my last baby turned 1. I always find that 1st birthday bitter-sweet as it marks the journey to the end of babyhood and a new phase of parenting a toddler. I spent the day exclaiming lots of “this time last year I was ….” as I remember everything so well. From the early hours spent on the maternity ward, just me and my Baby R (I’m welling up right now at the thought of it) taking in every feature, and the smell, oh that baby breath smell, how I wish I could bottle it.
I remember listening to the midwife helping another new mum next to me trying to feed her baby as he cried through the night while my bundle of 8lb love slept peacefully and then excitedly getting ready as soon as I heard the breakfast room being set up, knowing my boys would soon be here to meet their new baby brother.
We all fell head of heels in love with our Baby R that day, Tween even turning down the chance to spend a few hours with his cousins which he adores, so he could stay and stare and take in the idea of being a big brother
while uttering the words “he’s just so cute” over and over again.
We eased our newborn into the world that day, limiting visitors and staying in bed with the curtains drawn. It was the most perfect start to a new life for us all and the proof is in the pudding, we now have the most equally perfect 1-year-old who makes us laugh and gives the most amazing cuddles.
We celebrated our baby’s 1st birthday with a family breakfast, watching him look blankly at the bundle of gifts on the floor, while Tween tried to show him how to open them. We didn’t go gift mad, I’m all too aware how expensive kids get as they grow up but we did treat him to a DIY cake smash. I toyed with the idea of booking him in with my photographer friend Zoe from Phaze Photography, who takes the most amazing newborn photos, for one of her famous cake smashes, but knowing how inquisitive Baby R is, I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t just want to wander round the studio instead of tucking into a yummy cake, so with the help of Teenager and Tween we staged our own.
Becoming a mum again for the 3rd time after a long break from the nappies and buggies has been better than I ever could’ve imagined. It wasn’t a decision we took lightly but I’m 100% glad we did. Our little chap is the icing on the cake and given me the chance to see what really matters in life as life in the Nutshell crib is about to begin another phase in this mad, rad journey called parenthood.