Monday, 31 March 2014: Fifty Two Weeks Old.
It’s hard to believe that this time last year I was in hospital, pacing up and down my room in the birthing ward trying to control my contractions.
Tonight, I sit with my daughter in her room while she feeds like a champ and drifts off into dreamland for the last time in her infancy.
Tomorrow Ayla will be one year old.
So much has happened in the past year that its hard to remember life before Ayla.
But at the same time it’s been the fastest twelve months of my life.
There is absolutely no way I could go back and explain to “in labour” me what to expect when 4.03am comes around and I get to hold my Baby Ayla for the first time.
There’s also no words to explain the days, weeks and months that follow because it is simply, and beautifully, a live-it-yourself experience.
I am so happy and proud that Ayla is turning one, partly because its a celebration of her life to date and partly because its only the first of so many wonderful, enriching, challenging, beautiful, enlightening and precious years to come.