Today my darling daughter has turned 5. My one and only child is halfway to double-digits and it's hard to believe how fast it has gone. I'm sure all mums feel the same about their own children, but quite honestly, i firmly believe that the little angel given to me is the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world. Yes, i do have my moments with her, but a sweeter little person has never existed. I'm not even going to try and be diplomatic. My child is the sweetest and loveliest little human in the entire world.
Yesterday i could hear her pottering around outside while i was trying to wake up. Pitter patter feet and clinking clanking sounds were drifting down my hallway. Finally her angel face appears next to my bed saying, "mummy, come, i've made you breakfast". And sure enough, she had. A ceramic bowl with a piece of bread, buttered with vegemite was waiting for me on the table. Accompanied by a glass of water. It was set on the dining table and opposite was set her own plate with her own breakfast and glass of water waiting for us to sit down together and eat. She is just the loveliest thing.
It's been six months since we ended our journey for number two. Six months to get over it and six months to get on with life. But lately, infertility has been slapping me in the face. Sharp, stingy little slaps. Not a really big bitch slap that would incapacitate me. But small annoying slaps that piss me right off. And there is nothing that i can do. Nothing but grin and bear it, plaster a smile on my face and keep going. It's exhausting.
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