Ahhhh… she’s waited ever so patiently in the wings and now it’s time for Miss8 to take centre stage here.
The first baby is always an exciting adventure. As much as you think you know what lies ahead there are so many things that people can’t explain. That first glimpse of your newborn and the sudden rush of emotions and then the terror of what you’re meant to do without an instruction manual. Oh, and that weird feeling as the hospital staff say goodbye and you just want to grab them and say “Are you nuts? Why are you letting me take this child out of here. I know nothing, absolutely nothing and what if I screw up?”
Then you get all those precious first moments. The smiles and giggles, the first night she slept through (which is equal parts exciting and terrifying!), the first roll, the first roll off the couch and so on. Then, before you know it your teeny tiny baby (well, at 8lb 7oz she was my smallest) is toddling everywhere… then running, skipping, jumping and dancing.
Oh, how she loves to dance! She always has, she danced along to The Wiggles as soon as she could stand and her first dress up choice has always been a ballerina. Her third birthday had a ballet theme at her request and her love of dance has never deserted her. She currently does three classes a week and would do more if she could!
But she’s not just a balletomane. She’s also a chatterbox, an artist, a singer, a loving big sister, a giggler and a friend to anyone she meets. She has wild enthusiasms for all sorts of things. She is curious and kind, loving and giving. She can also be stubborn, dramatic and a perfectionist. But most of all she is the one that made me a Mum.