My hips, my belly, my bottom have grown.
You have made my boobs hang low.
Now when I sleep, I spoon a nappy basket and a spare babygro
Yet the minute I look at you, what I did before, I do not know.
I sleep in cycles of please don’t bloody wake.
And I my bones have still not recovered.
But when you laugh and smile at me, I forgot all of those aches.
The poo, the vomit, the wee I have seen
That hour before bed when I want to throw you in the bin
Yet when you wake and smile at me, my heart grows a little stronger.
Every milestone that I see, I feel so very proud
And suddenly those exhausting moments, become a distant cloud.
Thank goodness for you, thank god for wine
For you are my little sweet child of mine,