Last Sunday was Mothers’ Day here. It didn’t get off to a good start when Ben woke coughing at 2am and didn’t stop until about 6am. So around 5am I brought him into bed with me in the hope he would settle. Instead this was possibly the most exciting thing I could have done and he spent the next hour kissing my arm over and over and flicking his muslin painfully at me in a form of masochistic love.
By 7am we were both dead to the world so Matthew got up with Harry and William while Ben and I slumbered on. At 10am we finally woke but, even then, Ben was reluctant to get up. He looked up at me, cuddling my arm and reaching up intermittently to stroke my face. After a while Harry and William appeared, offering me breakfast in bed (although that never actually materialised). They jumped on the bed to kiss their pink-cheeked little brother. The baby kicked in my stomach, less with love though I fear, as more likely demanding breakfast. The sun was shining through the blinds, promising another beautiful spring day.
I don’t often stop to think about it, but just then I remembered: I am the luckiest mother alive.
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Oh…I thought you had had the baby…..hope the coughing went away quickly….
Take care of yourself. You must be more than careful for the sake of your soon to be little one.