My little one is two today and she's cheeky, mischievous, loving and mostly reasonable. She's come a long way.
Pregnant, she was breech and 'stuck'. Constant worry gnawing away and extra ultrasounds to confirm that she was still okay in there. It was so uncomfortable with her enormous head (and it turned out that head was actually pretty large) stuck in my diaphragm 24/7.
Planned CS delivery. The worst possible way to have a baby, if you ask me. And I've done them all. Maxi-Taxi: 40 hour labour, 30 without pain relief (I pity tha fool), epidural (sweet lord, the life), emergency CS. Cappers: 8 hour labour with epidural (must have had, oh, 2 contractions this time around), 'natural' delivery. And The Badoo. Planned, clinical, mean. She came out looking like a large grey slug.
The Badoo wouldn't breastfeed. Third baby in and I'm learning about sterilisation. I sobbed my failure to our kindly old Paediatrician. "She's probably French," he said firmly. "None of those French babies breastfeed and so far the French have done pretty well."
At 10 weeks, she still hadn't smiled much. Back to the Paediatrican. "Has she smiled at all," he asked. "Yes? Well, I'm sorry, it's personality, not developmental. She's grumpy."
He was right. From birth to 18 months she smiled about 1% of the time and whinged, groaned, sobbed, growled, screamed, screeched, whined and stared darkly the other 99%. Then, like a beam of light piercing a storm cloud, she suddenly found her smile. And she's been smiling (and whinging, groaning, sobbing, growling, etc) for 6 whole months now. Oh my, she's a demanding, wriggly little handful, but we wouldn't have her any other way.
You made it, Badoo. You're a whole two!
