Tomorrow is a Birthday

I remember this day, one year ago, like it was yesterday. There was a smell of fresh paint in house, from the day before when my Dad came to paint my bedroom. It was one of the last things on my pregnancy bucket-list that I wanted done before Baby Boy No.2 was due to make his début. There was also a lingering smell of the chutney I'd made whilst my Dad painted, back when I first had the idea of Diddle Diddle Dumpling's Home Made Christmas but for obvious reasons (like two little things such as a newborn and nearly 2 year old...) that idea never really panned out.

That day, the 12th of Novemer 2013, I woke in the early hours of the morning. My pelvis was killing me but as it had been for around 5 months previous, I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I lay awake for a few hours and realised that the pain was not only really bad at certain points but that it also eased off every few minutes. Contractions. Having learnt my lesson with John in running around like a mad woman & exhausting myself in early labour, I tired to get some rest. That day was filled with lots of cuddles with John, reading Mummy Mummy What's In Your Tummy countless times and texting my parents & Iain routinely to let them know there wasn't any change.

The evening drew in and the contractions continued, although not worsening by any great degree. I put John to bed as normal and when Iain got home at 8pm, I phoned the labour ward. To my shock, and for the reason that this was a second pregnancy, they told us to come in as soon as we could. My parents headed up as we had some pizza, and as I left, I went in and kissed John on the head, knowing that when I saw him again, he'd be a big brother.

Even throughout my entire labour, I wondered how we'd cope as a family of four, if John was actually meant to be a big brother, if we were really ready to take on another baby when our first born already seemed still so small. Would I be able to love this baby as much as John? Would I be able to divide my heart evenly between them?

Tomorrow is a big day.

Tomorrow is a year from the day that we first welcomed David Graham Russell to the world.

Tomorrow is a year from the day that I realised that love doesn't divide & hearts don't half. Love multiples & hearts grow.

Tomorrow is a year from the day that I knew John was made to be a big brother and that I whispered to this little 8lbs 6oz bundle that he was the luckiest baby in the world to have a the best brother in the world.

Tomorrow is a year from the day that we went from a couple with a kid to the family we've always meant to be.

Tomorrow is a year from the day that we started one of the toughest years of my life but by far the most rewarding & with the best of memories.

Tomorrow is a Birthday.

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