My children love it when I talk about them ‘when they were babies’. They will spend hours looking at baby photos and videos, and often grill me about their births and babyhoods, in an attempt to try and glean a sliver of information that they didn’t know before.
I was driving DD1 home from horse riding today, when she asked me what my first memory of her was.
Well, of course I remember her at the birth, and the midwife handing my baby to me. I also remember staring at her in shock, thinking OMG, I have a baby! Of course I knew that because I was pregnant there would most likely be a baby at the end of the 40 weeks, but I hadn’t really *believed* it. I hope someone out there will know what I mean.