Oh April

Hey sweet one

Here we are, another April.  

It used to be such a great month, the month that gave us you. 

I remember your very first April so clearly. You came three weeks earlier than planned. I didn’t think much of it at the time but now I see that was such a gift, we just couldn’t wait to meet each other could we?

It was very hot, the sun rose early beaming  into the maternity ward making it so warm. I would chat to you and tell you about all the fun things I had planned for you, all my dreams and hopes. I didn’t tell you any fears, i foolishly had none. 

I’d talk and talk not caring the rest of the ward could hear my silly sing song baby voice, you were the only person I was looking to impress. My new little son.

We took you home to a houseful of boys waiting to meet you. They all wanted a hold of you, Cady got the first shot. Rock, paper , scissor decided. Milo went all shy, star struck meeting his best friend. 

The house as always was busy and full of fun, sometimes though I’d sneak you away to find some peace on a walk round the village. 

Everyone stopped to look in your buggy, I wonder if they remember you darling? 

I wonder now if they realise how lucky they were to get to gaze into your big eyes. I loved showing you off…I know I know, some things never change right? I’m just so proud.

We squeezed in a lot to that first month didn’t we? Trips to beaches and music classes. Meeting all the family and all our best friends. Dad loved to give you a bath, you were such a water baby. I’m so sorry we never took you to the swimming pool when you were here. 

Bedtime was the best for me, even wakings through the night I enjoyed (well, most the time). You’d wake up crying, you didn’t want milk or need changed. You just wanted cuddles in the moonlight. I’m so glad you did. I treasure each of those cuddles.

Do you remember we did hand printing when you were just 11 days old? That was so funny trying to get you to unclench your little hand. They are still up on the wall, your tiny fingers marked in time.

Yes, it was a great month. Your first April. 

So full of promise, of magic and of new beginnings. 

After all it was the month that gave us you. 

You only got two April’s, two chances to see the cherry blossom and hear the lambs. How’s that fair?

I would have filled your spring days with joy, I promise I would have.  Im so sad I can’t. But I’m so glad you came those three weeks early and felt the sun that April.

I Love you, my little spring baby

Mum