Dear Babel, now you are 3 and a half years old already. Time flies! You just started to go to nursery last month, so now you wake up at 7:30 every day. What a change. We thought you were just born, but now you are already in preschool. Mama and Papa even started looking at primary schools for you because you only have one year at nursery. Babel, school, unbelievable!
Preschool here starts the term after you turn 3 years old so this month it was finally your turn! Your first day, I was there with you the entire time. I talked to your key teacher about you, while you played. It was fun to see you go about your way that morning. I hoped that first day would make you feel settled enough to be able to leave you there by yourself on your second day. I had already learned from my stint in hospital this summer, that you can cope without me pretty well so I felt conservatively confident you could do it.
Our summer was quite the rollercoaster ride, with wonderful and exciting highs and sad and scary lows. But thank the universe for you; you were always there to shine your light and make us smile and feel better. Babel, this summer was very hard for me and if it wasn’t for you, I really don’t know how I would have coped. Thank you for being you, you are everything. I love you so much.
A little less than a week ago, we lost you, our unborn baby. You were an ectopic pregnancy. You tried to grow in my fallopian tube, which burst the tube. To save my life they removed you, my right fallopian tube, and my right ovary, in an emergency surgery. The day they ended your pregnancy, Thursday the 26th of July, your gestational age was 5 weeks and 5 days. In this short time, you already went through several stages of growth and nearly became the size of a lentil seed (5mm), like the one I am holding on the top of my pinky finger in the photo above.
We’ve moved to a new home. One even closer to Papa’s work and your future nursery: we’re literally across the street now. This will make things very easy when you start nursery in September. I’m not sure how you’re going to do when I leave you behind at nursery, though. I think it could go either way. We’ve already been on a little practice play there this month. You loved it! The best part was digging up lots of worms and feeding them to the baby chicks.
We did it again, another photo of the three of us holding last year’s photo. Always on April 25th, starting on the day you were born. This year it is a selfie.
You are three! You speak a lot, in three different languages. You eat a lot. You run a lot. You laugh a lot. You sing a lot. You dance a lot. You sleep a lot. You nurse everyday and night, but not a lot, not anymore. Milkies is still your source of comfort when you are tired, hurt or upset, but it’s no longer your main source of nutrition. You are growing up, you are a boy, no longer a baby. You are amazing and our constant source of awe and joy. We are so lucky to get to spend our lives with you.