"A child needs freedom within limits." - Maria Montessori
That concept has stuck with me since last year. I put it to use and never looked back!
Like any other child, my child desires a freedom that I may not always keep up with. Don't wet your clothes; don't touch that; that's dirty; too sticky; too cold; too hot; too far; too high. Whoa!
While there's nothing wrong with restraints such as these, I've learned in my own way that I need to just.... LET GO. Let go a bit more! Believe me, it has helped me become less anxious.
I want her to play in the rain as I did when I was a kid. I want her to fearlessly touch insects as I did when I was a kid. I want her to jump in puddles, feel the mud, throw rocks, collect sticks and make something out of it, and just be.... a kid! Flashback of last week: I kept her away from the puddles because it just wasn't the time, especially when we're trying to get somewhere. Today, I promised her that we'd take a nice walk around the neighbor, and she's free to jump on all the puddles that she stumbles upon!
I can't believe how quickly time has passed! In November my son turns one, and just two weeks after that will mark a whole year since we brought our boy home from Birmingham Children's Hospital. This photo was taken the day we travelled home to Devon with our precious cargo, stopping at every services to feed and cuddle this tiny little love. Our first night together as a family was spent at the wonderful @rmhcuk Birmingham house, which had kept us close to our son throughout his two weeks in hospital. Thomas was born with sepsis which led to complete liver failure and hypoglycaemia, detected by a midwife at just four hours old. In a haze of tests, consultants, SCBU, tubes and wires, we found ourselves suddenly following his ambulance to Birmingham. Reeling with shock, pillow pressed against my post c section belly, I remember shuffling to his little bed in High Dependency and just staring at him in bewilderment. We had nowhere to go, and spent a night in the ICU parents room where I needed my husband to help me even on and off the loo. That's when the fantastic team on Ward 8 made a call to Ronald McDonald House and they sorted us out with a room. My usually composed husband broke down when he saw it, sobbing down the phone to me that it was 'just like a home'. I remember the overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude I felt being able to have a bath and rest on a bed just minutes away from my baby. It made a horrific situation so much more human, and we are indebted to them for helping us in our hour of need. Our little fighter went from strength to strength and soon was tube free with a nearly fully regenerated liver and more or less stable blood sugars! He spent his first night out of hospital tucked up in his Moses basket between us. Look at his content little face the next morning, the face of a boy who knows he's going home! This charity does amazing things and we wholeheartedly urge everyone to take a moment to learn about what they do, and if they can help in whatever way they can please do! #sepsissurvivor#sepsisawareness#ronaldmcdonaldhouse#liverfailuresurvivor#hypoglycemia#specialcarebaby#csection#mybirthstory#candidchildhood#littlefighter
#littlelibbyparker || Now that I'm back at work, coming home to lots of baby snuggles is the best part of my day! I look forward to seeing their little faces all day long and I treasure every minute I get to be with them... even that 3am feeding... ok, well maybe almost every minute
B A B Y S T U F F | Obsessed with our @sweet_as_april bonnet!! It's the perfect mix of summer coming to and end and the beginning of Fall! Can't wait to take some photos of Layla's sweet cheeks in this one.