Yesterday, my son celebrated his first birthday.
1 year ago: my little bull became my koala ...
I bought balloons, plates Barbapapa (word declare that the koala already - yes, I know I am the mother of a genius ...) and gifts. Her Mary Poppins had prepared a cake ...
I should be able to say "a year ago, it was the happiest day of my life ..." But I think back to that day and those who followed them with difficulty. Because the happiest day of my life, it was not his birth.
The happiest day of my life was:
When the lady told me the lab "is positive"
Five days later, when I repeated it: "It is always positive "When
after a weekend of panic and buckets of tears, my doc told me" it still hangs and hear this heart that beats "When
after amniocentesis, my doc told me" everything is fine and it's a boy "
When the beaver, we saw for the first time on a screen
I did not know right away the joys of motherhood, I missed a step and attachment took his time And then it came, slowly, slowly, slowly when .... I took patience, I found solace in my family, Lili of Magicwakame of Violinette, the Cat and some of you running through the same hard feelings.
Today, j 'I have many "best days of my life":
-when he leafs through the "Martine" but only the pages with chubby
-When he plays with his pony-
or his plane when he said goodbye in the evening at his plush toys
-perfectly when he says Babar looking at me with the pride of world-
when I give him his morning bottle and whispered that both
-when he holds me tight in his little arm-
when he made his first "drawing" whenever
- And he laughs
to celebrate the event, gave me the koala a nice bout of fever, with "Frequent Night Revival" class super-premium platinum ... as if to say "do you remember how was? You saw mom, all the way I've already done? "My
koala: I love you.
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