Ch ch ch changes.....
After a brief meeting at the County Council building with Miss Delia to receive yet more paperwork Really guys...I am on lever arch file no.3 already?) we head off to meet the new man in our lives. For our world to change forever.
It's a squeeze on the driveway and I reach in the back to grab the lemon drizzle loaf I made (yes..yes..boring I know but who doesn't love a bit of lemony loveliness) I look up and see LRUN is already on the doorstep with LBM in his arms. They are both smiling. Huge big happy adorable smiles. We spend the morning playing and getting to know each other but I can honestly say, LBM totally recognises us from the photos and dvd. We all hit it off. I am a little concerned that the other little one the Fairy Godmother has in her care also recognises us and has some sort of strange bond with me already but I have to try and ignore his needs and concentrate on LBM. His favourite pass time is getting into a position that can only be described as a yoga 'downward facing dog' and then waits for us to lift him over into some kind of weird Eskimo roll. And again..oh...and again. "Gosh, I bet you didn't sleep last night?" says the Fairy Godmother. Nope, we both sleep really well actually. She is taken a back by this...she didn't sleep at all last night. How can we be so relaxed? She admits to me she has already had a big cry. Released all the emotion of loss that she needs to. Now is our time to enjoy him. He crawls over to me and looks me dead in the eyes and says 'Mama'. The room goes silent. Did we just hear correctly? Nah. Must be a co-incidence? Surely? Unless this running for president campaign thing really does work on on a 14th month old?
The morning is filled with laughter, love and smiles and believe it or not there are no tears. Well, only a few from LBM when he realises he is hungry and panics that we weren't part of his food routine. But quick as a flash, lunch was served and the tears were history. We put him down for his nap but this little man who can normally sleep for England, was in no mood for some shut eye. There were way too many exciting things going on. LRUN and I struggle to be serious as LBM is giggling so much, we just have to join in. We eventually have to leave him to settle and say goodbye. Downstairs, we soon could hear his deep slumber. Until tomorrow my little one. Until tomorrow.
- mummy in the baking
- This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..