Our Anna is one. One fast year later, and our little teeny baby is walking (and more often running) around, babbling the words she knows with a delighted grin; screeching, wrecking and wrapping us all around her gorgeous, chubby little finger.
One year ago: these are the first photos I really saw of her after she was whipped away (I had complications) The following day I eventually got to hold her. I am so glad this is far behind me, these kind of anniversaries are really bitter sweet.
She loves dolls (much to Grace’s delight) and carries around various “baba”s throughout the day, depositing them in the pram and licking their faces. Oh, the life of a baba.
She also loves grass (pulling it up), chickens (the feeling is not mutual) and the trampoline.
Daffodils have been falling foul of her this year, beheading is a daily pastime; our walks take forever as she likes to pick up every stick. She adores Pebbles and the beleaguered dog is demented with her: she calls “Pebbha!” and Pebbles runs up expectantly, and then she shouts at her “Go!”. Poor, confused hound. But Pebbles keeps coming back for more…
Her latest joy is watering flowers (thanks James) and carries her little red watering can around the garden. Her flower-watering tally? Flowers: 0; Anna’s legs: 437
Anna
She lies,
Cruciform-like on me;
Fluffy quiff wafting,
Every time I breathe out
I breathe in; feeling her weight
Rise on me: sweaty cheek resting
below my collarbone, small chest
pressed into the concave valley between
my breasts, soft belly pressing into
the slack basin of mine
Two sharp-nailed feet cleaving
into the lax skin of my thighs
As I breathe out
I breathe in, hearing her sighs,
Feel her start with memories
that pass over her eyelids;
Twelve months of memories
Since she left me; twelve months
since she lay on me: soft, sticky, blinking
Lying curled up in the space
between my flattened breasts,
As her chest rose and began
to breathe out
And to breathe in
Oh wow. What part of this did I not love… finishing reading it. Beautiful and lovely photos. Happy birthday to your little one, even if her start was less then prefect for you.
Thanks Tric! XXX
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Oh, that’s so beautiful. I didn’t know you were a poet too, to add to your myriad talents.
Beautiful Emily! What a doll she is x
Oh Emily I am in tears reading this. I remember so well posting about being scared to give birth, and you had given birth to Anna eight weeks earlier. What a year it has been. She is a credit to you. Look how HAPPY she looks.
Your post has also reminded me that my baby will be one very soon too. Eight weeks. I can’t believe it. Here’s to the 2014 babies of the world <3
Thanks Tracy! Those 2014 babies are extra special !!
Weeeeeell, Christine, I wouldn’t go as far as “poet”, maybe just “wannabe” 🙂
Thanks Mind the Baby <3
A beautiful post for a beautiful girl 🙂
What a gorgeous girl! Beautiful post to document her first year. Happy birthday Anna!
Thanks Wonderful Wagon and Nicola 🙂
That’s so beautiful – as is she – happy birthday Anna!
Thank you Office Mum! Xx
I can’t believe I missed this! Don’t ask me how. The last few weeks are a haze. What a gorgeous little love. There are so many similarities between Anna and my R. They will be great friends, gurriering around tormenting and melting hearts together.