I know everyone does the blogging about parenthood thing and I truly don't expect anyone to read this but if nothing else it will be something that my daughter can read when she gets older.
Pregnancy seemed to last for so long, waiting and waiting very impatiently, for my little one to arrive. Growing more impatient and frustrated as the days wore on. I went to antinatal classes and researched every thing I could think of over and over until my I ate slept and breathed baby knowledge thinking that memorising books and blogs and random information would magically make me a good mother. One by one the wonderful ladies from my classes all had their babies until only I was left waiting, I grew more and more impatient to meet my little one but also dreading the labour that would get her here.
I was always put off having kids because of the horror stories I had heard about labour and I think mine deserves a Hollywood horror movie all to itself but luckily I hardly remember any of it.
Unfortunately however there are witnesses who vividly remember watching me tripping balls while on morphine.
I was convinced the baby was on a bus and she was going to miss the stop.
'Please get to the bus stop so the baby will know where to get off!'
I begged her father before getting more and more confused as to why he, my mother and my midwife were all laughing at me.
After being rushed into theatre and waiting for what seemed an age, feeling more afraid than I have ever before felt in my life, I heard this tiny soft gargle of a cry, the most amazing sound you can imagine.
The relief that swept through me was so intense I burst into tears. I have never been so overjoyed to hear someone so unhappy.
Until I became a mother I never understood just how much my parents must love me.
As we were trundled through to recovery I saw my mum, my baby laying in bed beside me and I saw her too burst into tears. All those months of waiting and worry were finally over and the little drama queen who made my belly wiggle and rock was finally in my arms.