Today’s #MagicMoments with Jaime at oliversmadhouse.co.ukis an oldie (time-wise) but a goodie.
My oldest son is now 19, he left home just over a year ago and is establishing his own way forward in life.
It took two miscarriages and some Clomid (with first husband) before C came along. I began to wonder if I would be one of those women who wouldn’t be blessed with children. Here I am years later, having had 3 successful pregnancies, I am SO grateful.
C was nearly two weeks late and when he eventually appeared he had the cord wrapped around his neck. It was my one and only hospital birth, I couldn’t wait to get home and start motherhood.
That euphoria didn’t last long as, being the main wage earner, I had to go back to work when C was under 3 months old. It was tiring, it was extremely hard to leave my longed-for son, but it had to be done. Made even harder by the fact that my OH at the time was very prone to just quitting whatever he was working at at very short notice (it was no real surprise when he decided to leave before C was 3, saying he “couldn’t take the responsibility anymore”).
It was number 1 for weeks, if not months, and whenever it was played, I would sing it to C and rock him to the music, him smiling at me.
Those days are long gone but that song still makes me think back to the summer of 1994 and my little son, smiling in my arms.