Tomorrow you turn 4. I don’t understand how? They say it’s a parental cliche to wonder where the time has gone, but whenever another birthday arrives it leaves us questioning.. ‘Where on earth has the time gone?’. Time flies when you’re having fun, but I always thought that related to hours not days, months and years. It’s been a fun 4 years with you – the one who made me a mum. Not only do I feel like the 28th March, the day you entered the world, is a birthday to you – but it’s also a birth day for me. The day I became who I was meant to be. The day I realised what my life was missing. You! A child.
It wasn’t an easy arrival into the world, for you and for me. You were rushed away for antibiotics incase of infection, I was transferred to a high dependency unit with suspected liver and kidney failure. I used to be absolutely terrified of needles and blood. But there I was, having blood tests every 30 minutes, a catheter in, a cannula pumping constant fluid and antibiotics through me. It was a tough week, but my most favourite one too. Isn’t that strange?
And now I look at you… this strong, kind, loving, demanding and funny little girl. One who never fails to make me smile each and every day – even on the harder days. You’ll push me and push me until I feel as though I’m just about to jump off the edge, then you turn it around with a simple “I love you”. All is suddenly okay again. You make the three minute walk to and from school feel like a trek. You’re scared of sticks that look like snakes and you make me stroke your hair to sleep every night. Your favourite thing to say at the moment is “Tell me you’re joking! Are you joking?”. We sometimes say you are 3 going on 13.
Happy happy birthday. Our crazy, funny, wild, loving little girl. We love you more than you could possibly begin to fathom.