Today marks the 1096th day that my 2nd baby, Flyn has been with us earth-side; that’s 2 years, 11 months and 30 days...
3 whole years to be precise.
I haven’t posted a blog for 4 whole weeks, so this definitely feels like the right way to get back in the saddle!
I have been reflecting on Flyn’s birth for weeks and days and very rarely think of it as just an event that happened on the 6th July 2013, but all of the days, weeks and months that led up to that special day.
As always, I know that today will be full of...
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just as I have been doing over the last few weeks .
It’s also easy to talk about Flyn’s birth as both of my boys will indulge me in my tales and as they love a good birth story which is unsurprising as babes’ of a hypnobirthing teacher!
As such, whilst I have my very own countdown of events – Noah (my oldest baby) loves to share his own little tale of how he went to the school fair with his Gran and when he arrived home Flyn had appeared as if by magic!
It was a beautiful bright sunshiney day – just like it is today and when I looked up in to the sky this morning, I let the sunshine wash over my face, as I closed my eyes and remembered those incredible hours leading up to Flyn’s birth.
Everything was brighter, more vivid and alive – almost euphoric.
And this kind of euphoria I recall feeling began the evening before, where we gathered at my Mum’s - grazing through food which was exceptionally delicious and I enjoyed the most delicious glass of wine I have ever had to date.
There was something really special about that evening; and no matter how I try to articulate what I felt, I can’t – it was just a total sense of calm and connected-ness to everyone and everything.
I think as time has gone on and I have reflected – it was perhaps the evening with loved ones gave me the last bit of permission I felt I needed to trust the process I was embarking on.
My path to Flyn’s birth was not without complications due to the pressure to conform to various things, but I stuck with my plan and was supported by the most wonderful people.
This support, coupled with ultimately the belief I had in my body and lots of preparation with hypnobirthing filled me with the confidence I needed against all aversion.
So this morning when I opened my eyes to my beautiful little boy curled around me as he is most mornings, I felt nothing but love – not just for him, but for everyone that made his entrance in to the world so bloody incredible.
Flyn is generous and kind and wild and funny beyond his years and I’m pretty sure that anyone that has the joy of meeting him would say the same.
His little being is definitely not a solo effort, but today on his Birthday and my Birth-ing day I feel okay about giving myself a silent little applause for having had some part in this.
As I stood in the shower this morning I chose to reserve my usual harsh judgement as I looked down at my tummy and instead felt pretty proud.
That now wobbly tummy nurtured and housed not one, but 2 of the most incredible little people I know and how could I not feel anything but pride.
Today I am choosing gratitude for the amazing people who loved and supported me in Flyn’s birth, who continue to support me in being the Mum I am and I will continue to grace my wobbly belly with the love it deserves.
I look forward to being surrounded by loved ones in celebration of Flyn’s 3 big years and I will enjoy every one of my...
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because I’m incredibly proud of what Flyn and I achieved together 1096 days ago!