My last baby has turned 8, and I really don’t know how I feel about it. If you are a regular reader and have followed me on social media for the past 8 years, then you will know Nila and I have had such a close relationship and have done so from birth.
We co-slept from the get-go and still do, don’t judge me!, although it has been an incredible journey with Nila, she really does need to spread her wings and start being her own.
It’s so hard to accept that she is our last child. Mezz got a vasectomy last year, and even though we had both decided we didn’t want any more children, knowing we can’t makes it feel really odd, even more so over the past few months.
Recently, I’ve been feeling quite broody. So many people are having babies or have had little ones, and babies are just the cutest things ever, right? But I do feel like I am feeling more this way because I know my baby is growing up.
She has had such a lovely birthday today. The hottest day of the year yet no swimming pool is open, make that make sense, I know!. So she asked to have a birthday park trip with her for friends, McDonald's for dinner and then a play date at home, and when I say she has had the best birthday, she has loved every second of today, and I am so glad she has.
Her besties didn't get dropped back off at home until gone 8pm, we got the garden sorted and cleaned out the swimming pool ready for all this glorious sunshine we are having, we love summer!.
Birthday cake was delicious, and we snuggled up in bed, and she fell asleep on me like she does every night.
Her new mattress needs to be left for 48 hours, so she’s still sleeping with me for a few days, and then she will be in her own room properly. Wish me luck!. I think it’s going to be just as hard to separate from her for me as it will her, but she is so ready for the next chapter, and so am I!
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