So this evening as G reminisced over a wonderful afternoon she’d had with friends and family (fuelled by cake, haribo, glitter tattoos and dance music), I reminisced over those moments when we were finally given the all clear to bring little G home from special care. Reminisced, and prayed prayers of thanksgiving.
Every year the memories fade....the memories of the frightening emergency caesarean. The desperation we felt when she didn’t come out crying. The heart-sinking moment two days after she was born when we realised we really weren’t out of the woods yet as she was wheeled away to the special baby care unit for transfusions and tests and scans. The nights I slept on the maternity ward without my baby beside me when all around me were with theirs- screaming their tiny little lungs out. Those memories are replaced each day, week, year, with the joy and pride and gratitude we feel at every milestone she hurdles. And this week, that was the joy of our beautiful babe turning 7. Seven. How?! She also reached the next mile on her times table test too, which was worth a celebratory dance as Maths is not a subject she takes a great deal of joy in. It’s often the cause of many tears Infact!
So as we head into a new year for G, we look forward to everything that her seventh year has in store: being a flower girl for her Auntie, more holidays to her favourite caravan, some time beside the sea this summer, becoming a junior in September, continuing with her love of reading, and much more. I’ve no doubt that it’ll also see LOTS more sibling squabbles, lots of sleepless nights, anxiety, hospital appointments and general seven year old woes. But through it all, we’ll remain eternally thankful for the miracle that is you little G. ❤️
