Mother of a Teenager

I am, I am!

Scary stuff...considering, I can vividly recall my own 13th birthday...this I remember, because I was soooo excited to announce..

"5 more years & I am 18! I can drink!"

Funny thing...I never liked alcohol a great deal once I was old enough to actually drink it...Whoops.

Anyway....back to the main point...
My darling firstborn boy enjoyed a wonderful day....we went to lunch with the family, & he has a bit of $ in his savings account, which he is leaving there to SAVE!
(Hes not too fussed on that idea!) Heehee!

We ended up getting him a GT Bmx bike, which he utterly adores...(he even wipes it down if it gets a splash of dust near it)
(I will finish this when Master 2 isnt helping me type!!)

13 Years.

This time tomorrow, I started to go into labour, at 17 years old, with my first baby.

I was excited,... so excited to finally be meeting my baby.

But I was also so terrified of the labour I was yet to endure.

I just had a feeling it wouldn't be easy!

The day before, on the 9th of January,1995, around 10.00am, I had my final ante-natal check up, with a different OB, as mine had gone on holidays.

He had hoped I would go early, & he would be there for the birth of my baby...but he had a feeling this little one would take his/her time also!

The new OB, did my checkup, & he said, "Well...I guess I'll see you next week!"

I left the Clinic so utterly over being pregnant.

It was summertime, & stinking hot.

I lived at Kirra at the time, & then DP couldn't even lug me to the beach by that stage.

It was an effort to walk.

It was an effort to do anything!

I spent a majority of that Monday in the bathtub!

I remember getting niggly pains around the time I hopped into the bath, & the water really helped.I didnt actually realise my labour had began.

My mum came to visit, & I was snapping at everyone.

Everyone annoyed me, & I couln't stand being touched or spoken to I just wanted to be alone....

Mum finally started to think maybe something was happening & started to time my "moddiness"...which infact was the beginning of contractions!

(Uh....yep, I should have known that!!)

She finally said, "Honey...you are in the beginning of labour!"

I was totally in denial.

I couldn't be!

The Dr said I would see him next week!

The day wore on & everything became more regular.

I began to walk around the pathways around the beach, taking my sister with me; leaving mum & DP to stress themselves out at home....

We finally took off to the hospital that afternoon, & my Midwife happened to be my sisters best-friends mum, who I had known since I was a wee girl.

That was so comforting to me.

Anyway....to cut a long story (saga, more like it ) short....after a 29 hr labour, with the support of my darling mum, sister & DP (who I was pretty p*ssed at for breaking the massager that had been working a treat on my back! )

I ended up needing an emergency c/section.I remember being really disappointed that I couldn't deliver naturally after all that tme in labour....but also really exhausted & feeling as though I were "losing" it, & not really in control anymore.

In the end I welcomed knowing that I would get some sleep from the anaesthetic!

I remember being scared again, as they wheeled me away...& DP kept following the bed as they were wheeling me away.

He kept kissing my forehead, & he looked really scared.

Mum was upset at seeing me in so much pain throughout everything, as was my sister. (Who also put off having kids for a very, very long time! )

The next thing I remember, is waking in recovery, with a pretty cute guy standing over me saying, "Oh hello! You're back with us!"

I thought I must have died or something!

Then I remembered.

I had a wee baby around here somewhere, waiting to meet me!

Before I even said a word, he said... "You have a beautiful baby boy waiting to meet you upstairs. He is, at this very moment, cuddling with his daddy, waiting for you"

I was pretty woozy still, & I said, "Whats his name?"

The guy laughed & told me that was up to us to do...they just look after them til we mums are ready....LOL!

At 9.41pm, Tuesday the 10th of January, our son made his grand entrance into this world, into our lives, & imprinted himself into our hearts.

The next thing I knew, I was waking while being taken back to my room.

When DP passed this little bundle over to me...I cried like I have never cried before.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion.

I could not believe he was mine!

The first night passed in a bit of a blur...as did the following days, due to painkiller medications.

I developed a nasty infection in my scar, & became quite sick, needing to stay in hospital for 8 days.

Breastfeeding went really well, straight off, which I was ecstatic about!

I had not known anyone that had breastfed, & I really wanted to give it a go!

(Turns out my little rascal fed until he was 19 months old, self-weaning when his new sibling was only 2 months away from being born!)

We settled into parenthood with ease.

We loved being parents for the first time!

I recall a visitor saying to us, that before we knew it, our little man would be off to schhol, & DP & I looked at each other, thinking how aaaages away that was!

And here we are.

Our boy is about to embark on his journey to highschool.

(The same highschool I attended, actually!)

In 2 more days, he will turn 13.

Where has my baby gone?!

I am so proud of him, & I know his future holds great experiences & I cannot wait to see the young man that he is becoming, emerge & grow even more as time goes on.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY, MY DARLING BOY.

Love always, & forever, to the moon, stars & back....

Mum xoxoxox