Yesterday my 'babies' turned 7.
If you had told me in the early days that we would be here so quickly, I would never have believed you. If you had told me in the early days, that 7 years would pass in the blink of an eye, I might have done some things a little bit differently.
I might taken more photographs when they were born, or at least, I would have used my real camera rather than the camera on my iPhone that would get lost in Tesco approximately 3 months after their arrival. I would most certainly have backed up the photos on that iPhone (Who knew about iCloud 7 years ago... Not me!) More importantly, I would have printed them all.
If you had told me that their first 6 years would be over in a flash, I would not have cared how I looked after giving birth and I would have begged my husband to take a photo of me holding my two precious darlings in my arms. I would have realised how lucky I was to have not only one, but two beautiful babies and I would have smiled for that photo, fat face and all.
I would have worried less about routine and getting back 'to normal' if I'd known that 7 was just around the corner. I wouldn't have believed that 'I was making a rod for my own back' by cuddling my babies to sleep. Oh no, I would have held them for every second that I could, if I'd known that them being so tiny would be over so soon.
I would have realised that the hell that is colic would be a distant memory in no time at all. And, I would have reminded myself over and over that all I was doing was good enough for them. I would not have made myself feel guilty or like a bad mummy if I laid one down to cry while I tended to the other.
If I'd known that 7 would come so soon, I would have savoured those quiet moments in the early hours when it was just me and my babies awake. In those times when it felt that the whole world was sleeping except the 3 of us. Just me and my two little angels all swaddled up tight.
I would have made sure to note down their first crawl, first words, first steps. I didn't realise that I would ever forget them, or how much I'd wish that I hadn't.
If you had told me that they'd be turning 7 so quickly, I would have realised that its true what they say; 'The days are long, but the years are very, very short' and all that seems hard at the time, is hard to remember, when your babies are babies no more.
If you had told me in the early days, that the love that I felt for my babies would be nothing compared to the love that I'd feel 7 years on, I would have said you were crazy, how could it ever be possible to love them more? But, of course it is, and I do.
My babies are 7, and I couldn't be prouder of the unbelievably amazing and individual little people that they have become. Happy birthday, my darlings, I cannot believe that you are 7, but I'm excited for whatever 7 has in store.