You arrived at 8:43am after a long few days of waiting and swaying and squatting and crying. This morning as I sung you happy birthday I remembered the relief - the deep, thank-goodness-you're-ok relief - when you finally lay on my chest, whimpering. You were so helpless in that moment, shaking and scared, but you calmed with kisses and touch and long strokes down your back.
One year later and you still don't venture far from my hip. You're the cuddly one, that's for sure. It may have taken you a few months to settle into this world but when you did you got brave. You took your first steps a few days ago, you'll climb onto every chair, table and windowsill and your adoration for your brother and sister is palpable.
Thanks for reminding me to slow down and just be with you.