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Three years ago, I was having breakfast with S. I had spend an interesting night, contractions had ripped me from my sleep, but a shower later I was peacefully snoring again, the contractions continued. When I arrived in the Maternity Ward at 11:30am I was already at 4 or 5 cm. Things went quickly, S arrived at the hospital 2 hours after I did, and at 15:34 our daughter joined us.

Happy 3rd Birthday

Today, she is 3 years old! It has been quite an adventure.

Currently little one is still fast asleep, it’s one of those rare nights she spend from the beginning to well now in her bed. Up until the end of last year she was still sleeping in the parental bed, but my growing belly and her size made her take the decision that it was time to try the little bed. It was our plan to convince her to sleep there, but finally she decided on her own. Just like so many other things.

In June, she figured it was time to no longer wear her diapers and start using the potty, I am only responsible to the extent that I bought her a potty. Two years ago, on her first birthday she learnt to walk, when she was 7 and a half months old it was crawling. The hardest part to get her to get used to was no longer nursing on my breast. Looking back, that was the only developmental step that happened by me forcing it upon her, there was no choice, really.

I enjoy reading with her, many of the stories we read are so important to her that she can recite the ending of the sentences, and sometimes she knows the whole book. Will she be a young reader? I don’t know, but I do know that she is a lover of books.

Sometimes she is shy, but that’s when she is tired. But once she starts to like someone, well then she has a loose tongue and will fill your ears with questions and stories in German or French.

How cute she has been after the last ultrasound in January, she asked the doctor for a picture of her future sibling, so that it could be hung on the wall and kissed before leaving the house. It will be such a change for her, for us, once our family will be growing in March.

Now, I have learnt so much thanks to this little girl.

I really don’t know what to say, besides:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


© Solveig Werner 2017. All rights reserved.
Image Copyright Moritz Werner (my dad) February 2014

G is for Girl – A to Z Challenge April 2015

“What is it?” the midwife asked S. after she laid screaming little one onto my chest. 

He checked.

“A girl!”, S. told us.

I had just given birth to a screaming little baby, a girl. I had not known until then.

During my pregnancy I did not want to know, if I was carrying a boy or a girl, what counted for me was to give birth to a healthy baby. At the ultrasound exams I asked not to be told.

People always asked me: “Boy or Girl?”

“I don’t know. It is a surprise.” I would answer.

“But don’t you want to know what it is? To buy the clothing? Decorate its room?” Were some of the questions I would hear.

Even though not everyone understood. My grandfather was very proud of us for not wanting to know in advance. My sister said she would be doing the same thing, because our parent’s did so in the past.

Somehow I knew deep inside me that little one would be a girl. At five months pregnant I dreamt of her first name. Little one picked it herself.

The name she has now was the only name we had. Thus in the delivery room we were a bit worried as we had not yet found a name for a boy…


Written by Solveig Werner