Yesterday as I was eating my breakfast, the tastes and smells of my simple bowl of Weetabix transported me back exactly three years ago today to when Spud was first born. Yep, he is three today and this is the first birthday where I have mixed feelings.
My baby is no longer a baby.
He is no longer a toddler.
He is a pre-schooler!
He still loves a cuddle but is getting more and more independent each day. Fellow parents will understand that the birthdays of your little ones are times for celebration but at the same time as enjoying watching them grow part of you also wants to keep the little babies and toddlers for as long as you can.
Life in the early years is hard work but so much fun.
Spud came in to our bed yesterday morning and curled up on the bottom of the bed under the pretence of going back to sleep. He did however just wriggle and kick us for the next half hour or so and when I said it was time to get up he sat right up like a meercat on sentry duty and had the cheek to say…
“Mummy! Why you waking me up?”
Cheeky little bugger! (I’m not allowed to say ‘bugger’ in real life as# I get frowns from Granny ;) ) As the days go by, Spud is asking more ‘difficult’ questions. He is so inquisitive and he knows that boys are different to girls in the underwear department and so asks the questions which in the comfort of your own home are fine but I’m waiting for the day they crop up on a busy bus. Yesterday he was pondering how I managed to wee since I don’t have a willy! :D
These awkward questions remind me just how little time we have before they turn in to moody teenagers, then hairy, grumpy men! I really can’t imagine that happening and the thought of me as an old lady is slightly unnerving but intriguing. That’s what parenting is all about though isn’t it? To ultimately raise and guide these little people through life but blink and you’ll miss it…
Anyway, enough of the melancholy – they’re still only three and almost 18 months and this post was actually supposed to be kind of about food!
As I was munching on my standard three Weetabix with sugar and minimal milk splash – just enough to soak through but not drown said weetabix and I often eat them on a plate so as to ensure an even distribution of the milk – I was taken back, to that day three years ago when I gave birth to Spud.
Having had a few problems which I have touched on previously, I was already in hospital for a few days before Spud put in an appearance but went in to labour naturally a week before my due date. Seven or eight hours later, and Spud had arrived and shortly after we were back up on the ward. The maternity ward has a kitchen which Mums can help themselves to cereal, toast and drinks 24/7 so off popped Scatty Dad and came back with a bowl containing FIVE Weetabix. He loves a lot of milk on his cereal so you could barely see the Weetabix under all the milk he had poured on but that didn’t matter a jot. I had just given birth and not eaten since the day before and it was quite possibly the nicest meal I have ever had.
I smile each time I have the same cereal now as I am transported back to that hospital bed, nursing my newborn son whilst eating the biggest bowl of soggy but delicious mush!
As I tweeted about this yesterday, ChelseaMamma also remembered that magical first meal so I’d love to find out what other Mums had to eat after a gruelling labour in the comments below :)
I have also linked up this post with FLASHBACK FRIDAY which has had an interesting history as a linky but is basically sharing a photo or memory and what better time to link up than on Spud’s third brithday :) Please click on the badges below to hop over to Mummy Mishaps and Real Housewife of Suffolk and see who else is linking up…