I still clearly remember the morning I first met my Josh. I was 18 years old and scared to death. He came into the world at around 1am, and after several hours of labour, and ALL the drugs, I was exhausted. Early in the daylight hours the nurses brought the strange crib containing a foreign bundle to my bedside. I was terrified! As any 18 year old would be!
The baby hidden in the bundle started crying. "What am I supposed to do? Am I permitted to touch it? How do I pick him up? What do I do then?" I was completely overwhelmed. As any 18 year old would be!
The lady in the bed next to me came to my rescue. I don't know who she is, all I know is that she gave birth to a baby boy the day before I did. She probably doesn't even know it but she saved me. She asked me if I would like her to pick up my crying baby and hand him to me. I can only assume she must have seen my awkwardness, and my terror. I have never forgotten the impact such a simple act had on me, and I will always be thankful to you, whoever you are.
Over 21 years I have found life with kids is like that. Moments of awkwardness, moments of terror and people to rescue me along the way.
Happy Birthday Josh,
love mum xx
Josh - 6 mths
Josh - 19
