That first year, the year that two became three. No more hot tea.


The year that two became three



The year of not leaving your side

For more than an hour

And feeling revived

From a two minute shower


The year of whitenoise, cuddles and baby slings

As you slowly adjust to the outside things


The year of sleep regressions

Monkey impressions

Panicked google searches

Too many to mention


The year I realized that women

Really do hold all the powers

Rocking and pacing

For hours and hours


Being more selective of the company I keep

And dreading that question

“So, how does he sleep?”


The year of building all the rods for my own back

Binning the baby books and not looking back


Endless walks with the pram to help you nap

Pounding the pavement looking like crap


One whole year to realise

There’s no wrong or right

There’s what works

What you NEED

In the middle of the night


The year of doublts and fears

And bending the ears

Of family and friends

He’ll sleep eventually

But when?!


But you’re more than your sleep struggles

So much more


You’re that look of wonder

At a knock on the door

Your giggles

Your protests

And that tiny roar


Beaming with pride

As you take in your stride

Learning to roll, crawl and stand

And wave your wee hand


The year of grand plans and dreams

Of these homemade cuisines

But some days just called

For eggs, chips and beans


And yet somehow you thrived

And we just about survived

The hourly wake-ups

And some almost breakups


You really did shake-up

These two kids

Written by our Contributing Writer - Karen McMillian. From @mother_truths

Image by the talented: Featuring @stephanie_livelifeand