One year on.....
Wowzers, my trousers. Has it really been a year since we brought LBM home? 365 days of big squishy love. Looking back through this blog, I realised just how tough things have been. I'm the kind of girl (girl? who am I kidding here...ok, let's try again) I'm the type of woman that doesn't really acknowledge stress at the time. Until I look back on things and think...geesh...how did I get through that?
Admittedly things have not been easy. And reading back over this blog, I can feel the stress oozing out in each post. His social anxieties, his comfort eating and his rejection of LRUN were all pretty tough going. We received so much advice about how we should tackle it all, suggestions of sticking to just one parent being the main carer to be sensitive to his anxieties and needs but in my heart this didn't feel right. I trusted my instinct alot of the time and we simply persevered through the tears and traumas as dual carer parents. And I can honestly say, we have come out the other side, shining. Not gleaming...we are still a long way off that but we are shining. Things really have got a whole heap better over the last few months. Watching him and LRUN roll around on the floor, playing, giggling hysterically just melts my heart. How he now squeals with delight when he hears that diesel engine pull up on the drive, it's just too precious. When he asks for food in time of stress and I calmly tell him it's not lunch time etc, he just accepts it and moves on. When he stole the show on the karaoke machine at mini Triple A's party, his confidence was blooming. Even if he did sound like an embarrassingly drunk uncle at your cousin's wedding.
But we still have a long way to go. The developmental delays are progressively more and more evident, especially on the speech front. But when he shouts "cheese" on top of his voice as we enter the dairy aisle in the supermarket, I know we will get there. In his time of course. So on our one year anniversary today, he spent the day at nursery and ironically, in true mummy in the baking style, they made chocolate cake. I'll be honest, I was a little bit gutted to discover there was none left for me. Heartless.
- 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…..