Angry at me for pushing you out ,angry at the harsh lights ,angry at strangers pricking and probing you.Later you came to me and stared at me and I didnt know what to say.That is how we started off,
You were quick ; you rolled over ,you crawled using your hands,then on knees,learned to sit,smiled your toothless smile ,learned new tricks ,clapped hands,danced to 'Hey Soul Sister'.
Now you read Mr Brown and is learning to walk and talk.
All I knew was ,I wanted a baby.You my darling is teaching me to be a mommy. Everyday you make me love you a little more ,if that was ever possible.
In another 4 weeks you will turn one,no longer mamma's little baby.Not fair at all ,the year flew by too fast.Happy 11 months little one.
