It was obvious from the offset. I was barely 5 weeks pregnant and David was already making life difficult. A Hyperemesis Gravidarum pregnancy should have been a warning that this kid meant business! It carried on right through his birth and into the first month of his life, putting me constantly on edge and fearing for his safety – and that’s when he was still just a newborn potato!
Fast forward 20 months and things have followed the same path. My nerves are shot. Kid is a whirlwind. When he’s awake, I’m constantly on edge. God love him! He may be the sweetest, cuddliest, cheekiest & smiley-est toddler you’ll ever encounter but he’s also as-hard-as-nails, with not an ounce of doubt in him, no sense of danger & quite literally the only thing he is afraid of is the car wash. It’s as if any kind of genetically programmed dangers that kids are born with, like heights, animals, water & fire, have been missed from David’s DNA.
People say that boys can be a handful. This wasn’t something we ever had with John. Of course, like any child he had his moments but on the whole, he has been a pretty easy boy. However it’s like any kind of stereotypical boy-like natures that John should have also terrorised us with have been squeezed into David making him double the trouble in one happy little chappy with a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile.
Be it trying to jump out our first flat floor window or running at flights of stairs with not a moment to stop & think – kid has me living on the edge. Gone are the days of having 30 minutes extra in bed after putting Cbeebies on the telly are long gone, unless I fancy fishing David out the toilet by his feet! Kid is a whirlwind and although he drives me up the wall, I wouldn’t change the cheeky grin he gives me when he’s up to no good for the world.