About Me

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…..

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Hot diggidy dog.....

It's our lie in morning for the week but I'm wide awake by 6am. Already thinking about LBM. His cute little giggle. The way he instantly pulls his socks off the moment you put them on. His perfect long eyelashes. His smelly bum. He's due here at 11am and I'm feeling nervous. It's a big day for him and I can't help worrying about how stressful this must all be for him. It's his first visit here. Gah! I hope the dogs will be ok. Especially the white one. She's needy.

To fill the time, I whip up a bog standard Chunky Victoria Sponge to keep on standby for any visitors in the week. The Fairy Godmother arrives a little early and LBM looks a little unsure of where he is. She says she is worried about him as he has been very clingy all morning. She wants us to take it easy and just see how he settles. But he comes to me willingly and settles on my lap quite happily. He must recognise the house from the dvd and probably expects me to burst into song any minute. LRUN appears from upstairs (you guessed it!) and the look on LBM's face was too precious. He goes all shy and bursts into a fit of giggles. Oh, I think he'll be just fine. We let the dogs in and they go crazy. The black one is doing some kinda weird leopard crawl thing towards Baby Button (the other little one they have in their care) and I have to pull her away for fear of death of baby by licking. They master a quick goodbye and we wait for LBM to kick off. But he doesn't. He seems quite content. Besides, this new 'mummy lady' is making him lunch. Food pleases him big time and we have to be careful here. But that's for the future. Right now, I need him to trust me and to know that I will never let him go hungry.

We skype my sister and she gets to see this adorable new little person in my world. He listens to her intently and they form their own little cyber space bond. He settles in for his nap with minimal effort (ok, so it was technically on take 2 when we remembered to put all his familiar things into the cot before we put him in) And there he stays for 2 hours. 122 minutes to be exact. Sound asleep. LRUN is drilling safety catches onto kitchen cupboards and LBM remains in a deep slumber. I can't wait to wake him (remind me of this in a few months time please!) When I do, he is so cute and sleepy, I fall in love with him even more.

We have an afternoon stroll around the marina and an old lady comes over to admire what I am sure will be LBM. Instead she appears to have fallen in love with white dog. Big time. She goes on and on about how beautiful she is. I am tempted to say..."But what about the baby? Look at the baby!!"  But you know what, this was white dog's moment and no-one was going to steal that from her. We come back for some play time. We play with the rain stick and the ball for a bit and the next minute he crawls over and climbs up onto me and comes up real close.  Face to face. We gaze into each others eyes for what feels like ages. Very. Special. Moment. After a super speedy supper and bath (admittedly with a few tears) we have to take him back to the Fairy Godmother for the night. It's such a strange feeling. Like we're leaving him at a babysitters. I don't want to leave him there. I want him home with me. With us. Be patient MITB. Tomorrow is another day.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome. Just how it should be. So happy for you. Xx