Two years old

Two years ago today, I was in hospital with my mum and Laurence, having an induction bring to a close the labour I’d been in for days. I look back now still feeling that Talitha could have entered the world in a gentler way but just so grateful that she is here.

In fact, over the past hours since we got up this morning, I have thanked God again and again for her life and His presence in it, rededicating her way to Him. Every time, Talitha clasps her hands and finishes with “Amen” even if I do not say it. She realises I’m praying.

Knowing the move would be hectic, we opted out of throwing a birthday party this year. We’re only just sure that Talitha kind of understood it was her birthday anyway. Instead, we got together with family and went to Bristol Zoo on Sunday, inviting everyone back to ours for Hungry Caterpillar cake afterwards.

Much stress went into the making of this gluten-free cake!

Then today, Laurence and I took her St Werburgh’s City Farm for a wander (he informed her that he’d organised for us to be the only visitors there on this beautifully cloudy, damp day). We afterwards went for lunch at Water Sky Chinese Restaurant in Easton – a winner with us every time.

Wandering around with her Peppa Pig backpack on her mini micro scooter, I tried to imagine the helpless newborn in my arms. They share the same beautiful frown. They both smell amazing to me. They both fall asleep easily at the breast.

I want to go back to the mother of that newborn and tell her: “Don’t worry. You know what, you’re going to do alright. You’re both going to be alright.” Instead, I’ll smile at the little girl tucked up in bed tonight. I’ll continue to kiss my prayers into her long, slender limbs and lovely baby face. We are alright.