To my beautiful Mads,
Wow you are three today. Three years ago we made the short drive to the hospital to have the best Christmas present I had ever, and will ever receive. Time does fly and I can’t help but feel bittersweet about it, but there is no time to think about that when there is celebrating to do, cakes to eat and pressies to open.
I am sure that Mummy has told you, and will tell you, the story of your birth a million times. But I don’t know if I have ever told you the story of your song so I thought I would tell you it in your third birthday letter.
I was so nervous to have you here with us safe and well and for the last ten or so weeks of my pregnancy I had to have weekly, then twice weekly monitoring at the hospital day assessment unit. I had my iPod connected in the car and it was on shuffle so any random song could come on. One day, a couple of weeks before you were due to arrive, a song came on the iPod. It was ‘When you Believe’ by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey. I was in the car with your Auntie Anna when I first played it and I said to her that the lyrics to this song were quite apt for the time.
‘There can be miracles, when you believe.’
After all you were a little miracle to us. Because of that I played the song almost every time I went in the car. I have a tendency to do that!
On Christmas Eve we headed to the hospital to meet you. As Mummy was having a caesarian, it meant she knew you were arriving that day and I was so incredibly nervous. I lay in the operating theatre with lots of people buzzing around me and I felt sick. My heart was pounding so fast even though Daddy and the theatre staff were trying to calm me down.
The radio was on in the background and we kept joking that you may be born to a Christmas tune. First up an Oasis song played, which pleased Daddy no end and then all of a sudden ‘When you Believe’ came on, although the version playing was by Leon Jackson. I couldn’t quite believe it, it’s not exactly a hugely popular song and was a few years old, so I couldn’t believe that it was playing at the moment our little miracle arrived into the world.
It will always always be your song and whenever I hear it I can’t help but be transported back to that moment. All those emotions- fear, excitement, nerves, and eventually happiness. The little person who arrived screaming into the world and made me a Mummy. Who turned our worlds completely upside down, and who taught me how to be a better person.
Our little Christmas Cracker is three.
We are so thankful for you. Happy 3rd Birthday my darling.
Mummy loves you more than anything in the world.
But as always you already knew that.