Monday, 17 February 2014: Forty Six Weeks Old.
I watched the first part of a new TV series about unwed, underage mothers in the late 1960’s tonight, and within second of it finishing I went straight in to see my sleeping Baby Ayla.
Every night since Ayla’s been born I’ve crept into her room while she’s slept, kissed her on the forehead and told her I love her.
But tonight, as well as whispering the usual “sweet dreams, sleep tight” I also thanked my Baby Ayla for coming into my life.
Within seconds of her birth and within moments of meeting her, my life changed forever; in just a few, fresh breaths of air Ayla somehow managed to open my eyes to a new world, a new range of emotions, a new set of passions and to a whole new me.
Within just those first few minutes, I became somebody who would sacrifice my life for another, if only that life was hers.
Watching the TV show tonight made me feel so unbelievably lucky and grateful for the world we live in, and so thankful that I get to spend countless moments with my Ayla.
Being a mother is so much more than I ever expected. As someone with no natural maternal drive the overwhelming all encompassing love I have for my daughter takes my breath away, every day.
Every new day brings new adventures and learnings and it’s a journey I am forever, eternally grateful for.
Monday, 7 October 2013: Twenty Seven Weeks Old.
We can tell Ayla’s going to be an outdoorsy people-person who loves water sports, but it looks like she’s going to be an animal lover too.
Ayla’s shown a definite interest in The Dog and Cat Cat over the past few months, and this has now grown to include any animals in any situations.
Ayla’s interest doesn’t just stop at real-life animals either.
If there’s animals on TV, Ayla’s glued. She likes the RSPCA “All Creatures Great and Small” ad the best, but shows and documentaries will also stop her in her tracks.
I can see why animals are so amazing to Baby Ayla though… One minute they’re stuffed and she’s holding them in her tiny little hands, the next minute they’re fifty times bigger and they’re moving around themselves.
Animals make strange noises, they’re furry, or scaly, or feathery, they move differently, they act differently.
They’re and endless source of entertainment and wonder, and I love watching Ayla absorb every tiny detail she can.
Saturday, 17 August 2013: One Hundred and Thirty Seven Days Old.
Hubby and I are going to have our hands full with Baby Ayla pretty soon (if not already!)
It started a few weeks ago when Ayla (who’s still exclusively breast fed) decided she didn’t want to take the bottle anymore.
We’ve tried everything to get her back on it – different bottles, different teats, frozen milk, fresh milk, different feeding positions, different times – but nope, she doesn’t want a
milk bar of it!
Then in just the last few days, she’s started to fight bed time.
Take a happy, but sleepy, Ayla into her room, turn the lights off and what do you get?
Rebellion! Ayla cries and wriggles and kicks and squirms; at four and a half months old she already knows what bedtime means and she knows she doesn’t want it!
And there’s one more thing… The TV.
I was out at a friends place tonight so Hubby was on Baby Duty.
Ayla was doing her newly discovered “don’t take me into the dark room routine” so Hubby had her in the lounge.
Every time he turned Ayla away from the TV she’d crack it. Spin her towards it again and she’d be happy.
Like a big kid! At four months!?!? Who on Earth suggested having an Aires baby?! 😉