I don't sleep well. I keep waking up with his little face on my mind. I wonder if he's awake? I doubt it...this kid can sleep! But the alarm soon stirs me and we are up and on the road at sparrows fart in order to get to him for wake up time.
We sneak into his room and he's only just awake. Just adorable and all sleepy. I just want to cuddle and kiss him all over. But he's not a cuddly baby. He's pretty independant actually. I guess he had to be. We get his milk ready and chill out on the sofa while he guzzles this. He holds my hand. Tightly. After lots of play and giggles, it's nappy time. I sense its a brown one and suggest LRUN has a go. He twigs my game and says no, lets tag team this one. It's a stonker. Poo central. Best get used to this, we laugh. We do a morning bath session and we all end up drenched. LBM is a champion and even lets me wash his hair. He gazes into my eyes while I do this and I can feel a teeny bit of trust building already. After a marathon drying session of those Michelin Man thighs, we head off on a walk. He suddenly becomes very subdued. I realise that the intensity of what is actually happening is finally hitting home to him. He stays that way until we get back to the Fairy Godmothers where he perks up again. Back in his familiar surroundings. Home. He has a real strong attachment to her and breaking that bond is going to tough. Now, I wouldn't get too excited about the 'Mama' thing. She asked him to give mama a kiss and he kissed her, not me. But you know what, that didn't upset me. It was beautiful to see. She was there for him when his tummy mummy couldn't be. That bond, that special form of love, no-one can change.
Lunch is a chilled out affair. He loves his food and merrily chomps away at the spread on offer. We play with some soap bubbles and the look on his precious little face as the bubbles burst on his nose is priceless. We lay him down for a nap (after plenty more giggling) and wave goodbye. Love you lots little one. Lots and lots like jellytots. See you tomorrow...I'm off to buy toddler milk and redbull. Lol!
- 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…..