My daughter Alba…
Alba this is a post dedicated to you…
On the day you were born you changed my life, I was no longer just Michael, I was now a dad. For me being a dad is the most important, challenging and enjoyable role I’ve ever faced and a role that I’m going give my all to.
The labour was a long, tiresome and stressful affair, (I won’t go into too much detail in this post) but nearly 24 hours later you finally graced us with your beauty. They took you away for what felt like a lifetime to get you cleaned up, we could hear you letting out your first cry. You came back into the room completely silent and up onto mum’s chest for some skin to skin. I watched in complete amazement at the beauty of it all. I was itching for a cuddle but had to wait a little longer whilst you had your first feed. You were the model baby and managed to latch on straight away. Next it was my turn, my heart was beating so fast as I picked you up. The emotion I felt holding you for the first time was unforgettable and one of pure joy and love. I could have stayed in that moment forever.
The next morning I came back into hospital after a few hours sleep and I felt different, my whole personality had changed, but for the better. I was now not only responsible for myself, but also for you.
The first year was a whirlwind of firsts. So many enjoyable memories and everyday you made us smile with your funny faces. You were such a happy baby and you took every transitional stage in your stride with such ease, it made our lifes so much easier. You were breastfed from birth but from a early age we introduced one bottle so I could also bond with you, it became our bedtime routine for over a year and was my favourite part of every day. I use to kiss your head goodnight and whisper all about my day in your ear until you fell asleep.
I was already working but after 10 months of looking after you every day mum had to go back to work. We couldn’t bare to be apart from you for too long so we decided that we would both work 4 days, I would take a Monday off and mum would take a Friday off. I use to love our Mondays together, almost every week I’d have planned our whole day and tried to squeeze in as much as we could. I would put you in the baby carrier and off we’d go on our adventures. We went to castles, beaches, parks, soft play centres but our favourite thing to do was go out for a coffee and cake so I could show you off to the world.
Over the next few months we had your first birthday, you started walking one week later, we went on our first family holiday to Ibiza and then Christmas. It was such a lovely 4 months, you’d developed such an infectious, beautiful personality, always smiling and laughing. Everywhere we went people would want to stop to speak to you.
The following year flew past. With mum and dad working, you at your new child minder three days a week, the months past so quickly. You were always very careful and liked things done in a particular way, mainly your way, but you soon became more outgoing and adventurous too, constantly wanting to do everything yourself. Your most used phrase being ‘No, Alba do it!’. We were amazed by how able you were, you always enjoyed doing activities that required lots of concentration like; puzzles, board games and sorting and matching. At this age you started to thrive on 1 to 1 adult interaction. You were now always keeping us right with your made up games, bossing us about saying ‘stand there daddy’, ‘get up mum’ and ‘hands like that daddy’. You were, and still are, truly unique.
More recently, just when we thought we couldn’t love you anymore, you became a big sister. You showed great maturity and understanding at a time that couldn’t have been easy for you. But having a baby brother didn’t faze you at all, you loved him from the moment you saw him. You always want to hold him and cuddle him but you’re very careful and affectionate, even when he’s not the most willing participant. He’s your biggest fan, not even mummy or daddy can make him smile and laugh like you do.
We are immensely proud of the little girl who you’ve become but you are growing up way too fast. I can’t believe your third birthday is just around the corner, I still see you as the little girl who I use to take in the baby carrier on our Monday adventures. However, no matter how big you get you’ll always be my baby girl and I will love you forever.
Thanks for reading
This real life Dad xx