Mar 25, 2019

Life This Week 25/3/2019: Memories I'd Like To Recapture.

In short, I'd like to recapture the early days, weeks and years.


There was so much to learn, do and accept that I didn't have enough time to simply be in the moment.


Our first days in hospital together were a blur of hormones, nervous energy and sleep deprivation.  Fortunately with good coffee from down the road.


Embarrassingly, nothing I read in any of my books while I was hugely pregnant and reclining on the sofa with a bowl of Cheezels was anything I could confidently put into practice in our little room on the ward.  Thank goodness for the helpful posters on the wall and the nurses who checked in on us....


I remember the feelings the most from those early days of January 2013.  The warm fuzzy ones from azing into that sleeping little eyebrow and eyelash free face and the sharply contrasting feelings of being seriously out of my depth when I looked into that astonishingly large, toothless oral cavity as it cried and hollered.  I remember feeling as if I'd re-entered the world after leaving it for the planet of new motherhood that first time I walked out of the hospital for a quick stretch after Master SSG was born.



I wish I'd spent less time second-guessing and less time hurrying the next stage along.


I wish I'd been more in awe and less in fear.



In this day of everyday life being the subject of thousands of phone camera photos, I wish I'd taken just a few more photos of us in amongst the 99.99% of photos that were all just him.


I wish I knew then what I know now. 



That sleeping through the night, talking and toilet training would all happen in their own time.  That the silent disappearing act in public places of highly mobile toddlers would end when they did learn to talk and then you'd never again be without a running commentary of your time together.



That those seemingly throwaway lines other parents told me were both true and comforting.



The days are long but the years are short.  This too shall pass.  You'll never get this time back again.  Yes, but they (the babies) haven't read the books.



Would you have 'done' the early days differently?  Is hindsight a benefit?



9 comments:

  1. So many memories and you captured them all so brilliantly with the camera. Hindsight is such a wonderful thing. However, I do think that if we knew then what we know now, then then wouldn't have been nearly as interesting!

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  2. Oh yes, I was reading an article about this - it was I don't want another baby, I want more time with the babies I had, haha! It's hard to appreciate it when you are in the thick of it, especially the newborn phase. I can't believe my 'baby' is 3 now, the time has such flown by! I do miss the baby stage but I am also so proud of where he is now and I love how independent my little boys are but that they still need cuddles frequently! :)

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  3. They are what they are, and what you did and how you did it, is what makes you both what you are now. It's all good. #Lifethisweek

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  4. My baby turned 21 yesterday. It's funny but the memories of having her and those first few days and weeks are still there when I reach for them. I had no idea what I was doing - nor did my husband - but thankfully she knew more than we did. Sometimes I think she still does.

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  5. The most precious memories of all SSG. I'm reliving them now with my grandchildren and loving it all. #Lifethisweek

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  6. This is so sweet!! I can relate to all of it even though my babies are all grown up now having babies of their own :) . I do love looking back at their photos too and your words say it all. Thanks! #lifethisweek

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  7. Hindsight is always a wonderful thing...you seem to have captured the memories well but I can understand wanting to recapture them by being more in the moment

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  8. He is such a cutie. I have never been blessed with any of my own but my sister's two grandchildren are the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! A friend's daughter gave birth to her first child last year and told me she was so scared that she wouldn't know what to do. When I spoke to her again recently she laughed and said it all just happened!

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  9. The finality of 'he's here and what do I do now' is etched in us I think. I was 21 when I had my first child and I was not given much guidance at all from the hospital. Much of what "we" did as parents to this newborn was by gut and hope. And, at 47 it is obvious she survived. So much of being a parent is "hoping" to get it right. You do and you are......Thank you for linking up for #LifeThisWeek Next week's optional prompt: April Is About. Denyse

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