I was in hospital, walking up and down hundreds of stairs trying to get my labour to start!
I had been induced and the first try failed, so I was getting ready for another “go” 12 hours later!! Even though I had the birth, and aftercare, from hell, whenever I look back at it, it makes me smile, because my gorgeous, loving, gentle and happy boy was born healthy and perfect, no matter what happened to me. (I wonder if this is natures way of making sure we have more babies, letting us forget the awful times?!)
I can’t believe my little man is 1 tomorrow. The year has gone so fast. No doubt tomorrow I will be a sobbing, smiling mess!