When I found out about pregnancy back in 2008, I immediately realized that I was waiting for my daughter. I know that the main thing is health, not sex, but I constantly dreamed of girls, and my ultrasound confirmed my confidence. Probably it is impossible to say so, but even now I like boys less than girls.
The first six months after birth, I do not remember, I remember the second half of the year vaguely. The only thing I remember well is the constant desire to sleep. How many times I fell asleep, putting my head on the handle of the stroller! A little more life at this pace, and I would probably learn to sleep while standing. As they say, you get enough sleep? – Where?
Another point – the love for her daughter came to me not immediately, but in five months. I still remember this day when I suddenly looked at her differently. Looked and burst into tears. Probably, it is impossible to say so, but I felt myself as a mum then. Until that moment, my actions were routine and automatic – dull diapers, as my friend says.
I was looking forward to the moment when my daughter began to entertain herself. I was surprised to see other children who were ready to sit for hours in the sandbox or were fond of some kind of toy for more than three minutes.
My girl had only one desire – to run. No matter where, sometimes it seemed to me that her goal was to escape from me. And if for someone walking was a rest, my calories went away, like in a gym.
Up to two and a half years old, my daughter loved to sit in her arms, precisely in my arms. We didn’t go out without a carriage, because it was necessary to carry toys somewhere, something from clothes, sometimes to buy groceries along the way. And every evening on the way home we had a concert on the topic I don’t want to sit in a carriage.
I am not a supporter of the method of not paying attention, will shout and calm down, so I wore my hands on my thoughts, but when will it end? It is over … Now I ask my daughter to sit in my arms, but she does not want. He says that already adult.
Increasingly, questions about the second child. I am trying to laugh it off, but I can only tell you the real reason. I have a very bad childhood illness. At the slightest manifestation of them, I immediately look for information about complications and other horrors.
At such moments, you realize that nothing is important, as long as the child is healthy. I remember how I scolded my daughter for restlessness, and at the moments when she was lying with the temperature, I dream that she would jump up and make a wheel in the middle of the room.
And I know that there are no magic pills and express recovery, but once again I look through the novelties of the pharmaceutical industry for what will suit us.
To say that I love my daughter is to say nothing. She is my everything, my world and my universe. We have many secrets, rituals and phrases that only we understand. We never parted more than at night.
Every year I think that here it is, right now is the best age. So I thought in two, three and each subsequent year. I wonder if it will always be like this?
In any case, today I wholeheartedly congratulate my little girl on her sixth birthday! And with all my heart I wish her health, everything else we will try to ensure for her.