It is 5am here which means it is officially my youngest sons 1st birthday………………..so for me this is a time of reflection.
I am grateful that my hubby and I have managed to survive Leo’s first year without killing each other.
This year we’ve experienced many highs and lows including severe sleep deprivation, postnatal depression, post traumatic stress syndrome, swine flu and our eldest being tested for Aspergers. We’ve had many arguments and I’ve nearly run away many times (literally- Postnatal depression) but we’re still standing and surprisingly still talking/laughing at each other.
I’m grateful for Terry (hubby)for looking after me during my craziness and for all the support he gave to my decision to breastfeed for the first year (I found it VERY difficult at times) I wouldn’t have stuck to it without him.
I’m grateful for my eldest Joshua who has been a star with Leo since he came home from the hospital and is the best big brother for Leo that I could of wished for.
And I’m very grateful for my wonderful little Leo, who no matter how bad I’m feeling can always bring a smile to my face or a tear to my eye.
I’m also very grateful that I’m still here. (sorry if that sounds over dramatic, but its true lol )