My best friend recently had a baby. A gorgeous little boy almost the exact height and weight as Ben. He also arrived on a stormy, rainy winters day via (unplanned) C section, just like Ben. Ever since meeting her little guy I just cant stop thinking about the day Ben arrived. How terribly scared I was in my horribly unflattering blue gown waiting for them to roll me into the operating room, how overwhelmed I felt by it all. Then seeing your baby for the first time. YOUR baby. That will be going home with YOU in a few days. That YOU have to keep alive and well fed. That whole day was like an out of body experience. It was like I was on the one side of a one way window mirror thing like you see in movie police interrogation rooms looking at everyone on the others side of the window. I just observed as the family poured into my room so excited to meet the new member. The proud look on my husbands face as he chatted to everyone and posed for pictures. Sure I looked like death, was totally doped up and was still shacking so much after the surgery that I could hardly hold Ben but the energy in the room, the chatter, the love trumps that. After everyone left my mom and dad stayed behind and I will never forget the look on my dads face as he sat on the big chair holding his first grandchild. That is the exact same look he still has every time he holds Ben.
I just cannot believe its been 2 years with this incredible little person. Sure there’s been lots of tears, tantrums, despair, screaming, tiredness and guilt (mostly from me). But there has also been so much giggles, fun, kisses, hugs, snuggles in bed, running in the park and lots and lots of love.
For a very long time Ben called everyone ‘pappa’ (dad) but he now says mamma (mom), Ouma (grandma) and oupa (grandpa), and every time I hear him say mamma my heart explodes. Also the loving way he calls for my mom and dad just makes me the happiest person. I love how much he loves them and I love how much he is loved in return.
Here we are at 2. The terrible Two’s or Two’çhebag as it is also called. I honestly cannot believe how quickly 2 years have gone by. When he turned One it was all excitement. It was just such a big, happy moment and huge milestone in our lives. But 2… 2 means there’s no denying your little baby is now a full on toddler. 2 means there’s no more ‘new’ mom talk, you are now knee deep in this parenting thing and you better enjoy every second because its just flashing by. I sometimes look at him and am totally taken aback by how grown up he looks. I stare at him in disbelieve because where did the soft round baby face go? Instead I have this handsome little boy looking at me.
We have definitely experienced the first signs of the famous terrible two’s tantrums and let me tell you its something I can do without. It’s just such a challenge to try reason with a tiny person when kicking and screaming and throwing himself dramatically to the floor. There’s also been a drastic change is his sleep pattern. Where we use to be able to put him to bed at 9pm with his bottle and he will fall asleep on his own. He now refuses to lie down in his cot on his own, instead he wants us to lie with him while he drinks his bottle and then it takes an hour or two of wrestling, and begging to get him to sleep. Our peaceful nights of watching our grown up shows after Ben has gone to bed has been replaced with us usually falling asleep with him and then waking up fully dressed and confused in the middle of the night. Our PVR is now stocked with shows we record but almost never have the time to watch. At first I thought it was just a symptom of the teething since he was cutting 4 teeth but its been 2 months now and no sign of it getting better. I really do hope its just a phase. Him getting use to being more aware, more alert, wanting to learn and experience every minute of the day. Hopefully he’ll soon get use to these feelings and settle back into the ‘íts okay to sleep’ phase.
But except for the tantrums and rollercoaster emotions from the tiny one I am really enjoying this age. He is like a little sponge keeping us entertained and on our toes all the time. He is also learning so much at school and where in the beginning he was a bit of a loner has now made some friends. He has a great sense of humour and is so very ticklish, something that causes me great amusement. He gives big sloppy kisses all the time and I just cant get enough. Kisses, more kisses, ALL the time.
So dear tiny ruler of our household. We love you to the moon and back. Thanks for being the absolute best kid. Happy second Birthday! Now lets eat some cake.