It’s been 161 days since I found out about you. 158 days since I told your Daddy on his birthday that our family was growing. 161 days of loving you, being scared of losing you and looking forward to meeting you. Approximately 25 hospital visits, 8 scans .. And counting. Numerous blood test and urine samples. Scary consultant meetings X2, hours spent in waiting rooms ..A LOT..Speculum tests-too many. Vigorous kicks and punches to my belly from your growing limbs..100’s, kisses to my growing belly from your proud sister – 10000. Cheerios placed in my belly button to feed the baby..7.
I spend so much time laying on a hospital bed listening to your precious heartbeat and you swimming about that I feel like I know you already. You hate the monitor on my stomach and protest wildly, the same goes for scans – you definitely make the hospital staff earn their wages.
Like your sister you already have a better wardrobe than I do. Mostly because you are having all of her hand me downs but you already own 3 pairs of Vans..how cool are you?
I want you to stay in my stomach, safe and warm for at least another 80 days – I want you to be strong and healthy when you are born and that is the safest time. 80 days seems like an unmanageable, amount of time right now but you are worth every second. That much I know.
I want to thank you for being such a little fighter. Taking everything my pregnancy has thrown at you and saying Pah I can handle that. You are such a big part of our family and we can’t wait to meet you.
This is so beautiful. Made me teary. I hope things get a little easier and I can’t wait to see photos when your beautiful baby girl is born. Clearly a very strong little lady already. Must take after her mummy xx
Thank you, she’s stronger than me I think. I feel useless at the mo! X
Really, really beautiful post! And I can’t believe you kept it a secret for three days (how lovely to tell your partner on his birthday though?!) xx