My little girl is turning 5 on Thursday... 5!! I remember the night I went into labour with her, I was so excited because I actually naturally went into the process of bringing a little person into the world... we got to the hospital 2am or something, and we were settled into the birthing room, the midwife broke my waters and then we waited, waited... contractions every 3 minutes or so, and basically it remained that way for hours.. the doctor, the registra came in and said the baby doesnt seem to be that happy in the fact that she is not moving, and seems very sleepy.. you could go on like this for another 12 hours, and in the end still require a caesarian, or you could make a decision now. She said she would be back in 5-10 minutes to see what we came up with. I said to M, well, I prayed in the hallway, that if anything was wrong, that the doctors would be inspired to tell me if something was wrong. So, we decided to have a caesar. (I know that in the end you get the baby, and all lives are safe, but I still wouldve like to have known what it was like to have a vaginal delivery.) It was so different to my son, he was an emergency caesar and I thought I was going to die... with her, it was so peaceful, and happy, and although they were serious in their work, there was no urgency. So I remember an Asian doctor delivered her, she was the doctor I had seen a couple of days before, and I really liked her, felt very comfortable. When they pulled her out, she was so small, and petite, and fine.. just precious. She also had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck twice, once quite tightly. The whole medical staff said it was a good call to have a caesar as it could have gone so horribly wrong. I couldnt stop looking at her, she was a beautiful little newborn. Usually I think they are only ok, and quite alien like, but this little one, she was mine, and she was a girl! I didnt quite know what to do, sounds strange but true. My son was very straight forward. When I could get out of bed the next day, we walked along the hallways of the hospital to where we could see the Ekka, and the fireworks were going off! So every year, when Ekka comes around, and my girl has her birthday, I remember the special time with her looking out the window at the fireworks of the Ekka.
She has moved in leaps and bounds, turning over early, crawling at 5 months, walking at 8 1/2 months, she seemed to leave being a baby behind really quickly. Nothings changed, she still wants to grow up quickly! She trained herself to go to the toilet, we were having conversations with her by 18months, dressing herself, writing her name, counting, colouring etc.
And now, she is turning 5! so excited to be going to school next year, loving life, loving the people around her, confident, determined!
Good on you my daughter!
Happy Birthday Precious!
Love you so much and am so proud to be your mum. xxxx