Two: a birthday greeting


“Bundle of joy” is a hackneyed phrase. Although you are two now, Lochlann, and much too big for baby phrases, I can’t think of any term that suits you better.

In some ways, you are more of a bundle now than ever. The jumbled, cuddly roundness of the word perfectly fits your little, roundy, snuggly body. Much more so than when you were born and you landed on my chest, a squirming, slippery mass of bones and downy skin.

What bliss those first two weeks were: you, your Dad and me. We lived in our bed. Warm, soft and nest-like, it became our habitat. Dad brought coffee, toast and croissants, then hopped in himself. Your little grasping fists and lips sought out my breast without fuss. Exhausted, elated, we slept, ate and breathed each other in.

It was January. Wind and rain bit at your Dad’s ears when he went out to collect the other children from school. You and I needed to have no part of those excursions, Lochlann; we were new, we were exempt.

The fourth child is so blessedly lucky. No books need to be consulted; I waved the public health nurse goodbye with a worldly air. I don’t need your ministrations, the wave said, for I am mother of many.

We did what our hearts and guts told us, Lochlann. You fed at my breast whenever you liked; I carried you around constantly like a gorilla mother; you slept beside me day and night.

And now you are two. A fierce, indignant, roaring, throw-your-head-back-laughing little being whose main challenge in life is to fight off the hail of hugs and kisses that your siblings unleash on you every chance they get. A smile from Lochlann is a treat; a kiss, a triumph.

In the morning, I will go into your room and greet you: wake from your slumber, warrior boy, for today is your birthday.

Lochlann

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Posted on January 20, 2015, in Family life, Parenting and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I love it. The way you began I thought he was your first. It’s lovely to know that your fourth can bowl you over as much as the others. Just don’t tell my wife 🙂

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  2. Lovely post. I wonder will he read it when he’s 12! I hope he does.

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  3. You capture all the emotion so well, Orla. I always hated leaving those lovely newborn days in bed behind (and the poor daddy’s return to work)…but, now, there’s so much to love about the age of two. Especially with those cuddly, boob-hogging two-year-olds 😉 I hope you and Lochlann have a lovely day.

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