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Forget the baby. First Birthdays are all about us!

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Last month was my son’s first Birthday. Let me rephrase. Last month my husband and I survived our first year as parents. That’s what’s really important here. A huge triumph. And to mark the occasion we decided to kill two birds with one stone and have a joint Birthday and Christening. Why splurge twice?
So off we went, planning a lil christening shindig. Papa had to reign me in before I invited the whole world. I made up for it though with decorations from the other side of the world…I had stuff made and shipped from Australia. I know, I’m
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crazy!
Many people say to me ”It’s just their first Birthday, they won’t remember it”. Which is true, and I get it. But I think the first Birthday is not about them, it’s about us. The mum. The dad. We, who have survived this momentous year, our busiest and most challenging yet.
So when parents go all out on baby’s first birthday I get it. No judging. No eye-rolling. I embrace it with a fist pump and a big whooooppeeee for them! They did it. We did it. And trust me, as a mother after child labour, and a mother after the first year, you feel
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invincible! In the words of MC Hammer – Can’t Touch This!!!
I was so on it I even had my outfit sorted back in March; an Asos number with lace detail and powder blue because he’s a boy. Obvs! And as the year milestone approached, and we entered June all the memories and associations came flooding back. The balmy evenings, the noise of swallows at sunset, and the annual events like Wimbledon. Only last year the balmy nights were stressful; how do I keep baby cool? The swallows at sunset should be when I sleep, but no, babies wakes to be fed. And
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watching Wimbledon took me back to the torturous first two weeks where I couldn’t breastfeed but instead called just about every Breast Feeding Helpline going to the sound of groans in the background, no not baby, just Serena.
But what a difference a year can make. I have a happy, Aptamil baby who is no less bonded if you ask me, than any other bubba who has been breastfed. He’s a content, happy chappy who was a superstar on his big weekender. We had a house full of Frenchies, ten people stayed that weekend (yes ten!). We had a BBQ the night before
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for all our families to come together, a big old christening on the Sunday morning followed by afternoon tea. ”She doesn’t do things by halves,” so I overheard someone say. Yep, that’s how I roll.
And after all that hubs and I flopped on the sofa with a bottle of bubbly and had a sneak peak at the memories guests wrote for Lex’s Time Capsule 2035. I know, I know, reading them now is cheating, but don’t forget it’s our party too! So there we were like two naughty kids the night before Christmas. No self-control high on fact that we did it! We
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came. We saw. We conquered. Parenthood ain’t easy but first year down I say bring on the next one…no hold up that’s the champagne talking. Gimme another year, just to recover from the celebrations at least!
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- 26 Jul 16

Last month was my son’s first Birthday. Let me rephrase. Last month my husband and I survived our first year as parents. That’s what’s really important here. A huge triumph. And to mark the occasion we decided to kill two birds with one stone and have a joint Birthday and Christening. Why splurge twice?

So off we went, planning a lil christening shindig. Papa had to reign me in before I invited the whole world. I made up for it though with decorations from the other side of the world…I had stuff made and shipped from Australia. I know, I’m crazy!

Many people say to me “It’s just their first Birthday, they won’t remember it”. Which is true, and I get it. But I think the first Birthday is not about them, it’s about us. The mum. The dad. We, who have survived this momentous year, our busiest and most challenging yet.

So when parents go all out on baby’s first birthday I get it. No judging. No eye-rolling. I embrace it with a fist pump and a big whooooppeeee for them! They did it. We did it. And trust me, as a mother after child labour, and a mother after the first year, you feel invincible! In the words of MC Hammer – Can’t Touch This!!!

I was so on it I even had my outfit sorted back in March; an Asos number with lace detail and powder blue because he’s a boy. Obvs! And as the year milestone approached, and we entered June all the memories and associations came flooding back. The balmy evenings, the noise of swallows at sunset, and the annual events like Wimbledon. Only last year the balmy nights were stressful; how do I keep baby cool? The swallows at sunset should be when I sleep, but no, babies wakes to be fed. And watching Wimbledon took me back to the torturous first two weeks where I couldn’t breastfeed but instead called just about every Breast Feeding Helpline going to the sound of groans in the background, no not baby, just Serena.

But what a difference a year can make. I have a happy, Aptamil baby who is no less bonded if you ask me, than any other bubba who has been breastfed. He’s a content, happy chappy who was a superstar on his big weekender. We had a house full of Frenchies, ten people stayed that weekend (yes ten!). We had a BBQ the night before for all our families to come together, a big old christening on the Sunday morning followed by afternoon tea. “She doesn’t do things by halves,” so I overheard someone say. Yep, that’s how I roll.

And after all that hubs and I flopped on the sofa with a bottle of bubbly and had a sneak peak at the memories guests wrote for Lex’s Time Capsule 2035. I know, I know, reading them now is cheating, but don’t forget it’s our party too! So there we were like two naughty kids the night before Christmas. No self-control high on fact that we did it! We came. We saw. We conquered. Parenthood ain’t easy but first year down I say bring on the next one…no hold up that’s the champagne talking. Gimme another year, just to recover from the celebrations at least!

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Married to a Frenchie, donning my "Maman" jumper and raising my little French Bean - je suis Madame Mathieu. Embracing all that life throws at me with my fellow Mummy Warriors, travelling to and fro across the channel and working for a Deaf company in central London. That's my life, oh and some vintage interiors, family picnics and girlie nights out, in between.

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