Everyday I feel more confident as a mother, I feel like Lucas really knows I am his mummy and protector. I wouldn’t change anything.
I hold him in my arms at 4am and rock him back and forth, tap his bum and sing to him for his comfort. We both have tired eyes and big yawns. We both wait very patiently for his bottle to become the perfect temperature and although all I want to do is crawl back into bed and fall back into dreamland, I stare through squinted eyes at him and realise he’s so worth every minute of sleep i’m loosing.
You expect sleepless nights, embarrassing times in public, screaming and tantrums in public, bathing whilst being watched, not going to the toilet alone again, worrying times when they’re poorly, feeling skint and so many more “bad” times… but these are so minuet and easily forgotten compared to all the lovely happy times and the memories you make with your little as you watch them grow up and you smile, and just know you’re so lucky to be a mummy.
Being a mother is everything I thought it would be and more. I love everything about it. He is the most perfect little boy and he makes me go all gooey inside. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.
Is motherhood everything you expected it to be?
Is motherhood everything you expected it to be?
