It is difficult living so far away from my family. It is hard for my parents to get to know my children well, a week here and a week there makes it hard to really understand what makes a small person tick. Faces are forgotten in the months between visits when they are very young and being passed to unfamiliar people for cuddles and amusement at times is just not what they want.
With Kate it was even harder. A colicky baby that screamed for the first seven months of her life, every trip to Cornwall was more stress than you can imagine and the baby that I knew and loved was rarely present, the change and different surroundings all too much for that delicate baby girl of ours. Then things got better and at the start of the summer I was so excited to take my baby girl home to see everyone. It was a complete and utter nightmare. She was so unhappy, crying every time that I gave her to another person, refusing to be held by my mum which broke her heart. My step dad seemed to be the only one that she warmed to on that visit. It was so hard for me too, Mr C wasn’t there and I just wanted my beautiful baby girl to be herself and show them the sunshine and light that she bought into our lives every day at that point.
When we were due to go down at the end of July for our two week holiday I was so worried that this would be the same as the other five trips we had taken down to see my family since she was born. I couldn’t imagine what my whole (rather large) family must think, she seemed to hate them every other time we had been there.
Oh but the difference was amazing. My beautiful girl was funny and silly and full of light every day. She reveled in being the centre of attention, thought that her Grandads were the best thing in the world and demanded to be carried in their arms whenever they were near. She screamed with laughter and delight as my dad threw her around. She sat on everyone’s laps and stole everyone’s food. She charged around after her brother and her cousins. She let my parents look after her in the early mornings and even slept in my dad’s room for a couple of nights. She was happy every moment of every day we were there.
This photo was taken at Piran’s birthday party. I barely saw her from the minute we arrived. She played with all the toys, wheeling about on this thing from grandparent to grandparent, chatting, smiling, laughing. She played with her brother and danced with her cousins. She ate cake and giggled and played pass the parcel. Everyone remarked on how happy she was, how different she was to all the other times they had met her. I was so proud of my baby girl, and so happy that everyone else had the chance to meet the girl that we all know and love at home.
This blog post has been written as an entry into the Tots100 competition in association with Boots Mother and Baby