One year of Robin

A slightly belated post. Robin Billy Silvani turned one on 12th December, the same birthday as his great grandad. We held a joint first and 88th celebration and it was almost certainly the best day of our (no longer a?) baby’s life. 

I felt very emotional in the weeks leading up to this milestone. During pregnancy, I found it impossible to visualise motherhood, having an actual baby to love and care for. My miscarriages meant I was anxious and detached. It was hard to think back to how scared I was. I was so sure things would go wrong.

I am extremely proud of our little boy. He’s curious and brave and so excited by life. Every day is full of wonder and adventure. He loves stories and dancing and toddling as fast as he can. Laughter falls out of him, and the sound of his gurgling giggles makes my heart soar.

That’s not to say this year hasn’t been difficult. The exhaustion is relentless. The anxiety required expert help. Also, a lot of my hair fell out and the regrowth makes me look like Professor Weeto.

But Jack and I did it. We’ve succeeded in our first year of parenthood. 

Here’s to a lifetime of learning and love and finding joy in the smallest of things.