It’s the eve of your 5th birthday. I’m not going to lie, I’m utterly exhausted. You’ve pushed me to my limits today. This is a recurring theme I might add. I would be lying if I said you were a laid back, low maintenance kind of boy. You’re not. Never have been, probably never will be. So, our days are jam-packed with chatter, activity and general hyper-ness. There’s not an awful lot of respite. And I get impatient with that. For that I’m sorry. But man, you make your dad and I work our asses off, all day long! So please do forgive us for the times we’ve wanted to hit mute and wring your scrawny wee neck.
Let’s skip back to 5 years ago this evening. I had already been in labour for about 2 days. You were the laziest little monkey around. If only that were a sign of things to come. After 56 hours and copious amounts of pain relief, you were eventually born via forceps in the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary at 9.09am on 23rd May 2012, weighing in at 7lbs 13oz.
That morning our lives changed forever. It’s amazing how you are simply entrusted to look after a new baby with zero training and everyone just expects you to get on with it. Turns out you just do. We had no idea what we were doing, and we probably still don’t.