September was a month of waiting, change, learning, challenges and achievement. It goes without saying that September 2012 will always be so, so important to me. How could it not?
As I waited and waited for Tiny Tin Bird to make his appearance, I watched the changing weather and tried not to think about the shortening days. Me and Andy built a whole stud & plasterboard wall in the living room in the evenings of the week before TTB was born. I worked through my carpal tunnel to finish my ripple blanket (yay!) and very nearly almost finished my big baby granny blanket. The final ball of yarn arrived on the day between my waters breaking and being admitted to the hospital for induction and I wasn’t really in a fit state to finish it. It needs one round of granny stitches and that’s it.
Then, Tiny Tin Bird arrived, along with the challenges, learning, change, achievements and love. Getting his room ready. He never did fit in those red pyjamas, they are up to 7.5lb! So many “firsts” are tied up with his arrival. First time staying overnight in a hospital. First time having an intravenous drip. First time having surgery. First time having a blood transfusion. First time with no sleep on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. First time learning to care for my own baby. First cuddles, first photos, first time seeing Andy be a dad, my sisters being aunties and my mum being a grandmother. First night at home with my baby and not daring to take him upstairs as it felt so cold. Sitting up with him all night as I didn’t dare take my eyes off of him. First night getting some sleep (thanks Andy). Second night getting some sleep! Third night getting slightly less sleep but in a more manageable (for all of us) way. Learning to let things go around the house and letting myself rely on Andy for cooking. First trip out of the house WITH THE PRAM AND THE BABY. First trip to the cafe with the baby. First finger squeezes. First time trimming his nails (omg.). Over 500 photos in 8 days. Trying to commit everything to memory and trying to find time to write a more detailed account of my birth story, just for me. Trying to upload photos to photobox and order them before he changes any more. Looking at the Bounty photos they took in the hospital, wishing I could buy them and coming to my senses as it’s a bit of a swizz plus I do have 500 of my own photos. Coming up to my last midwife appointment and wanting to wail with sadness that the pregnancy part is over and that I won’t be seeing the midwives anymore. Composing thank you letters in my head for the midwives and deciding they sound stupid.
I could go on. I can’t believe that it’s October already. So much to look forward to, but I’m already trying very hard not to cry about the fact that we’re no longer in TTB’s birth month anymore. I miss it. I miss him, and he’s only over there. Daft.