Birthdays as a Mother

You know you're a mama when you spend your birthday ...

... picking up an entire box of Cheerios that your toddler spilled while trying to pour them into a tiny bowl. All this done in the 2 minutes I ran outside to bring the rubbish to the kerb before the bin lorry came barreling down the hill. I tried to get Hobson to eat the ones that I couldn't be bothered to pick up but he refused as Cyril was screaming, "No Hobo! Out! Out! Out! Go Lay Down!"

... changing your toddler and clothes because poop leaked out of his nappy and somehow you managed to get some of it on your face.

... at a midwife appointment getting blood taken, giving urine samples and being prodded in the stomach.

... at a cafe alone and are just about to bite into your cake when your cell phone rings and it's nursery telling you your son is hysterically crying because he has a sore bottom and he'll need to be picked up immediately because there are a few viruses going around.

... cuddling, in the bathtub, and slathering nappy cream on your little lamb's bum.

... money, that was reserved for a new pair of sunglasses, to purchase disposable nappies and wipes (no point wearing cloth when you're changing 10 nappies a day and you don't have a dryer), the strongest nappy cream sold on the market and apple juice.

And finally, you know you're a mama when the highlight of your birthday is a daisy birthing class, where you spend a peaceful hour practicing breathing techniques, learning about the cervix, being induced and meditating.

Thank you for all of my lovely birthday wishes, cards, flowers and cake it made my day and in reality cuddles with Cyril are the best but I could have done without the poop and screaming.

Didn't manage to get a birthday pic this year but here's one of us in Spain last Summer.