Miracles happens. At least, our families call our little boy a miracle and I sometimes still cannot believe that it has happened. I have been mother for full 6 months and wondering where the time has gone. And everything has changed… Everything.
We are pretty culturally mixed family – me being Czech (with Swedish – Slovak and Czech background) and J is Mexican (and British as well). Both of us are good travellers, we met in the Netherlands and at the end we have home here, in UK. Few years back, both of us went through some health difficulties – cancer. And then miscarriage… And when you go through something bad you have doubts if you can ever have a family, be a parent. And yes – you can, we are living it! The grandparents are super proud, excited and loving our little monkey. It is first boy – grandchildren boy, who is going to be surrounded with lot of girls 🙂
The way people talk about being parent and having family is that it is massive change and honestly, I did not know what to expect at all. My pregnancy went well, with lot of check ups due to our health histories, we visited our Mexican family when I was 30 weeks pregnant and we enjoyed relatives, friends and amazing Cancún. And then… when I was 36 weeks pregnant, on Monday morning while slowly getting ready to work, my water broke. I cannot forget my thoughts: “Is it really coming? Too early?!! Well… let´s wake up J and get ready to hospital.” I did not have difficult birth, just the terrible pain and moments when I just wanted to leave hospital and thought when I leave the pain will be simply gone and baby will be somehow out. I still cannot believe, how my brain worked at that moment 🙂 To be honest, I do not remember that part very well, but we laugh about it now when J tells me. However at that moment, no one in hospital believed that I am in labour already!! It was so quick! And – big thanks are to my man who was the whole time there with me and supported me as no one ever before.
Our little monkey was born in 36 weeks, so tiny and with not even 2.5 kg. And crying so much!!! I think those are loud Mexican genes. I cannot deny – first weeks were really difficult for me, for us. We have been all alone here, no family around. But our little one is such a great baby. We are loving him so much! He is growing well, reaching his milestones step by step and he is eating so well. I have been 6 months fully breastfeeding, it has gone smoothly. We have started with solid food lately and he is doing great. I love cooking for my baby, for my both men.
Every day is something new happening, every day is different… Time flies and more days and weeks will have passed. I have already forgotten how is it to be pregnant, I have forgotten about pain during labour, I barely remember first tiring weeks… All this is nothing in comparison with happiness that our little one has brought. I cannot wait to mess him up with our sense of humour and our way of dealing with life, show him the world, see him reaching all his milestones, to see him being scared when we are somewhere else than his home and always be there for him to tell him that nothing is happening and everything is going to be fine… We are family now.
Vero and Canito