Friday, 2 September 2011
Hello Kitty, Goodbye Nappies
Where does the time go? This morning our little girl went off to school for the first time, nappyless. And no, I didn't forget to put it on. She had her very own little broekies on. Hello Kitty ones, of course. Toilet training has officially begun.
Only three years ago I would introduce myself in the following way: "Hi I'm Melinda and I'm barren!" It was the conversation stopper I had hoped for. Conversations would also go along these lines:
Person - So Melinda, are you married?
Me - Yes
Person - How long have you been married?
Me - Only six years, but if I had murdered someone I'd already be out of jail
Person - *nervous laugh, looking around for support* So do you have any children?
Me - No
Person - Oh! Don't you want kids?
Me - I would love children
Person - So then...what's stopping you?
Me - *response here would sometimes vary* We're battling to fall pregnant. My husband keeps putting it in the wrong hole OR We're battling to fall pregnant. My husband shoots blanks
Person - *more nervous laughter* How long have you been trying?
Me - Six years...and counting
Person - Well you should go see the Good White Witch of the West. My friend who was also battling to fall pregnant went there and with one wave of her magic wand she was pregnant. With triplets. I was told that if I didn't smoke so much, drink so much, weigh more, weigh less, stress less, stress more, have sex with my legs in the air, not wee after intercourse, wee after intercourse, the chances of falling pregnant would be better
Me - Sorry, I think I hear my other voices calling me!
Some of these conversations went on longer, some were shorter. But everyone knew someone who had seen someone and voila...had fallen pregnant. Without intercourse. Miraculously. So I soon learnt by introducing myself as barren we'd cut a huge amount of dialogue out and people would hurry off, as quickly as their little legs could carry them, far away from the bitter barren woman quaffing too much champagne and smoking too many cigarettes.
Two years and four months ago Emma arrived. This tiny little thing that looked more like a baby bird, than a baby girl. She was was born prem and looked so fragile. I remember the first time we met her, as if it were yesterday. Eleanor and Wanita had dressed her up so beautifully for the big introduction but they shouldn't have bothered. She was so perfect in every way she could have been wearing a burlap sack...I remember sitting with her in my lap, counting her fingers, drawing a line around her perfect lips, gently touching her ears. I remember saying to her "Hello Ruth...it's nice to meet you. I've been waiting for you forever!"
Her first Christmas with us was perfect. We were in Knynsa with Mark's mom and his sister from the UK and her two little boys. The moment they saw little Emma they oohed and aahed at the Coca-Cola baby. We took Emma to Monkey Land and to see the elephants. We went to restaurants and gardens. Mark took her for a ride on a bike and for a little row on a boat along the lagoon. It was my best Christmas ever, with my new family.
I remember her first Birthday party. It was a Hello Kitty one and we had it with special friends and family. It wasn't grand in the greater scheme of things, but it was the best day ever. It wasn't so much a birthday celebration, but rather a celebration of life and all things beautiful. Her second party, a Dora the Explorer one, was more for Emma and I went all out (I still don't think Mark's seen the proper recon). Again friends and family got together to celebrate Emma and her emmaness.
There are so many milestones that we've reached. The first time she crawled. The first time she walked. The first time she clapped her hands together. The first time she smiled and the first time she laughed out loud. The first time she said 'daddy' and then 'mommy'. The first time she counted for us or sang Incy Wincy Spider. The first time she said 'I love you' or asked for a hug.
Our time together has flown by and every single moment has been precious. I don't wish for anything back and I don't wish for anything to happen faster. Thanks to Emma I live in the here and now. Except on Thursdays. On Thursdays Emma already starts nagging for Thabani at Serendipity, which only happens on a weekend