Happy 1st Birthday C: An open letter
To my beautiful baby girl,
Today is your 1st birthday so it seems the right time to write you this letter (which will only make sense to you when you are much older).
Daddy and I had been together for 5 years when we had your big sister, L, and we really wanted a baby, so we knew we would be so happy when she was born. We then had 5 years together as a family of 3 before I became pregnant with you. Our family life seemed perfect and although we felt we ought to have a second child the time was never right.
After settling into our new London life we decided it was time to try and provide L with the baby brother or sister she desperately wanted. A couple of months after L’s 5th birthday I found out I was pregnant with you.
We were happy, but it was different this time round; when I was pregnant with L I was happy for Daddy and me, but when I was expecting you we were so happy for L. I think Daddy and I could have been happy with just one child, but L had been asking us for a baby brother or sister more or less since she could talk.
Whilst I was excited about the pregnancy, and about meeting you for the first time, it was very different from when I was pregnant with L. On Monday 12th November 2012 I woke at around 2am with stronger contractions than usual, and part of me had a hunch that today was the day.
I won’t go into the whole story of your birth as I’ve already written that here, this time I want you to know what your birth meant to me. I was less excited about the birth – probably as you were a second child, as I was already busy dealing with our first child. I also wondered how you might fit into what was our perfectly happy family. How would your arrival change the dynamics?
Then you were there, my second daughter, you were placed on my chest, and suddenly everything felt right with the world. You were the missing piece of a puzzle I hadn’t realised existed. I already loved Daddy and L so much that I wondered where I would find the love for another person. Then you were there, I looked down at you, so similar to L, yet so different, and I just knew that the love was already there.
Suddenly, a year ago today, I fell head over heels in love with you. My second baby. My second girl. In case you ever wonder (as people are crazily insensitive sometimes), Daddy and I are delighted you are a girl, in the same way that we would have been delighted if you’d been a boy. You are you – our baby, boy or girl, it doesn’t matter to us. However, I have to be honest and tell you that your big sister wanted a sister far more than a brother, so she was in heaven!
A year on, and it is hard to remember what life was like without you, when L was an only child, and didn’t have a baby sister to dote on and who adored her in return.
Our family is now wholly complete, where we didn’t realise it was lacking previously. You are a beautiful person, on the inside, like on the outside, and Daddy, L and I could easily spend all our time with you, watching you develop, grow and learn.
So what is my 1 year old baby like? You are an incredibly chilled baby – you take pretty much everything in your stride, and not much fazes you, you are inquisitive and funny. You are almost identical physically to L at the same age, with your lack of hair, big eyes, long eyelashes and petite body. You are so close to walking and have just started treating everyone to your new trick of blowing kisses, which is just too adorable.
I might not have realised how much I wanted you before your birth, but I can tell you that from the second you were born you were wanted and loved with a passion. You are my second baby, and my second daughter, but you and L are both equal in my eyes, and I love you both more than you can ever imagine.
Happy birthday to our wonderful, special, unique, beautiful C! One year of happiness and fun with you, and here’s to so many more years.
Lots and lots of love,
This past year with C has been full of magic moments, so I’m linking this post up to The Oliver’s Madhouse magic moments, click below to read other magic moments: