365 Days.
Dear Mini-Me,
one year ago I thought I'd die. It had been almost two days since my water broke, two weeks before your due date, I had been in inducted labour for almost 24 hours, I had been moved from the oh so natural birth house to the oh so hated hospital - and still you didn't seem to get out.
I was absolutely desperate at that very moment, starting to give up on myself, as my body appeared to be incapable to birth you. I have no idea how it eventually happened, with a lot of help of the doctors and midwives and two of the dearest people in my life, and a miraculous well of strength in absolutely dispaired exhaustion.
But suddenly, you were there, like you had always been. You were perfect, you were healthy, and you were mine. For minutes, you looked at me like a wise, old man, as if you already new it all, like you had already lived.
The past 365 days have been the most beautiful and the most exhausting of my life. I have learned to value time in a way I could never imagine before. I have grown quite a few grey hairs. I have never slept so little, I have never been so tired, ever before. Never in my life have joy and desperation been so close together. I have never been so proud of something I have accomplished as of you.
You are one year old today. You are the happiest baby I know. You are lively and social, you smile all day, you flirt with strangers on the street, you scream of joy and you have a very dirty laugh. You are shameless and demanding, you know exactly what you want and you are very skilled in getting there, no matter how. You steal hearts all the time. You give wet kisses to everyone you get a hold of. You have inspired friends and strangers to make babies. You tickle smiles out of miserable people. You can never sit still, wiggling and jiggling around. You have the most beautiful, (still!) toothless smile. You love dancing and you use everything as a phone. You are about to take your first shaky steps, to form your first proper words and truly start exploring the world around you. You drive me crazy. You make me proud. I love you so.
Happy Birthday, Mini-Me.
♥
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
one year ago I thought I'd die. It had been almost two days since my water broke, two weeks before your due date, I had been in inducted labour for almost 24 hours, I had been moved from the oh so natural birth house to the oh so hated hospital - and still you didn't seem to get out.
I was absolutely desperate at that very moment, starting to give up on myself, as my body appeared to be incapable to birth you. I have no idea how it eventually happened, with a lot of help of the doctors and midwives and two of the dearest people in my life, and a miraculous well of strength in absolutely dispaired exhaustion.
But suddenly, you were there, like you had always been. You were perfect, you were healthy, and you were mine. For minutes, you looked at me like a wise, old man, as if you already new it all, like you had already lived.
The past 365 days have been the most beautiful and the most exhausting of my life. I have learned to value time in a way I could never imagine before. I have grown quite a few grey hairs. I have never slept so little, I have never been so tired, ever before. Never in my life have joy and desperation been so close together. I have never been so proud of something I have accomplished as of you.
You are one year old today. You are the happiest baby I know. You are lively and social, you smile all day, you flirt with strangers on the street, you scream of joy and you have a very dirty laugh. You are shameless and demanding, you know exactly what you want and you are very skilled in getting there, no matter how. You steal hearts all the time. You give wet kisses to everyone you get a hold of. You have inspired friends and strangers to make babies. You tickle smiles out of miserable people. You can never sit still, wiggling and jiggling around. You have the most beautiful, (still!) toothless smile. You love dancing and you use everything as a phone. You are about to take your first shaky steps, to form your first proper words and truly start exploring the world around you. You drive me crazy. You make me proud. I love you so.
Happy Birthday, Mini-Me.
♥
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
careaux - Wed Sep 25, 14:21
Verena (guest) - Sat Sep 28, 10:57
Congratulations
Anton is a very, very sweet baby. Absolutely adorable. Your birth sounds much like my first. Waters breaking, but no baby and an induction and a birth that seemed to take ages. 4 weeks ago I had my second boy and he was the polar opposite. 3 hours from start to finish, no pain relief but so much better! I'm only telling you this to say that your body has learnt how to give birth and that your next time might be entirely different.
careaux - Fri Feb 21, 23:30
Thank you Verena!
I definately had a terrible and unbelievably crazy birth BUT 5 minutes until he popped out, I said I'd do it again. I hope, one day, I will. <3
Herzlichen Glückwunsch kleiner Mann! Und Caro, auch dir herzlichen Glückwunsch. Denn auch für euch und für dich war es ja ein starker Einschnitt und eine krasse Veränderung. Ein Jahr scheint mir momentan eine gute Reifeprüfung zu sein :)
Ich wünsche euch, dass euer Bub auch weiterhin so ein fröhliches Kind bleibt und euch und allen anderen auch weiterhin so viel Freude gibt. Ich hoffe, ihr hattet gestern einen schönen, unvergesslichen Tag.
Danke Betsi...