At precisely this moment a year ago we welcomed Roslyn to the world. I was leaning over the side of the birth pool feeling the most immense relief as she came earthside into her Daddy’s waiting hands.
As we brought her up through the water we both felt this weird de ja vu, as if it was baby Sandy all over again. They looked so similar and still do. I often get told she is “just like Sandy, only more delicate”.
Roslyn merged into our family with immense ease. Despite the tough parts of any newborn phase (the restless evenings, the cluster feeding, the screamy car journeys) it was soon like she’d always been there.
I knew when it was just the three of us that we weren’t finished having babies. Stuart told me on numerous occasions that it was okay for me not to have more, that he didn’t expect it. The trauma from my first experience was still fresh. But I just couldn’t comprehend just having one. So we conceived Roslyn shortly after Sandy’s first birthday. I didn’t give all that much thought to the age gap, and our decision was a sort of get the horrors of pregnancy out the way as soon as possible type scenario. However I have loved this age gap. The way Sandy and and Roslyn are together melts my heart on a daily basis.
As soon as we got her though I knew our family was complete. She brought our numbers even and our boy-girl ratio up to 2:2. It felt right. I’m not saying that I don’t get broody. At work I wander around the park on tour and see squishy newborn faces and wrinkly tiny hands and have a fleeting moment of “oh it wouldn’t be that bad an idea…” but it soon passes. Honestly, I’m not willing to compromise how things are at the moment (perfect) or to punish myself with another pregnancy, just because of hormonal urges. We are complete and couldn’t be happier.
It’s been a busy year for our Roslyn, as any first year is. She came on so quickly. Perhaps it was just the way time flies, or that she is a child GENIUS, or because she had her brother’s footsteps to follow in. She smiled at 2.5 weeks old. And no, it wasn’t wind.
She interacted with her brother straight away. In fact, she has spent most of her first year transfixed by him. There must be something innate in babies telling them to learn from the other little people around them. Indeed her third word (after mumum and dada) was “dee” (Sandy).
Saying that, she has always been a Mummy’s girl. Sandy as a baby was treated similarly to Roslyn. We breastfed, we co-slept til seven months, and we babywore consistently. Yet Roslyn has proved to be far more clingy. Sandy from four months would happily go out with anyone. His Pa, his Gran, Tate, Auntie Kels… he would easily transfer to them and happily enjoy time away from me. It’s not to say he wasn’t happy to be back with me, but he never exhibited the stranger danger that babies often get.
Roslyn on the other hand was reluctant to ever be away from me. Not only when little but to this day. I think partly Sandy’s taking a dummy helped as he had that comfort with others. Roslyn never entertained the dummy and gagged when given it, which I think has contributed to her reliance on me. I stopped feeding Sandy at 7.5 months but Roslyn is still going strong and I don’t know when we will stop, probably not for a long time.
It took a while to get Roslyn to a place where she could go out with other people. She was always happy with her Daddy as the only acceptable alternative to me and would spend time with him and Sandy but when it came to going with other family members, we had to ease her into it. I remember the first time she went out with Tate and she lasted almost an hour before getting upset. We started slowly with her taking an hour or two at a time with tate or gran. Luckily she had Sandy with her and it was only a matter of time before she was happy away from me. To this day though, if I am there, she won’t leave me alone. She reaches for me constantly when she would be happy if I wasn’t present. I’m not going to lie, I love the way she wants me.
Roslyn’s sleep through the first year has been, well, pretty dire. At first she slept well. We were lulled into a false sense of security and then four month regression hit and actually has barely improved since. We did manage to get her from our bed to her cot, and then taking bottles from Daddy, but she’s still up several times a night. A night with just two wakes is a good one. Honestly though, we really aren’t feeling it this time like we did with Sandy. She will get there in the end I’m sure!
Roslyn is a very smiley girl. She never stops. And she has this chuckle like a rotund 60 year old with a pint in his hand. It’s adorable. She’s tickly, very tickly. She finds it hilarious to blow raspberries on my stomach then ends herself laughing. She throws herself on the ground and rolls about. We are never short of entertainment with our Rozzie around.
Roslyn has garnered probably more nicknames than Sandy did. Rozzie. Rozziebear. Chicken. Chickenbear. Chickenchops. Rositano. Rosichanna. Channa. Channabear. Channachops… I won’t keep going but I easily could!
Of course her most common name is babee. When she was born Sandy called her babee and it stuck. Even her grandparents routinely call her it.
Roslyn’s eating is hit or miss. She was never a massive eater. She’s a little thing. She does love toast, blueberries, porridge, chicken and yoghurt though. We are far more chilled about it this time round.
Thankfully her two visits to the hospital were short lived and she’s not been back. In fact she hasn’t had to use inhalers or steroids since February so here’s hoping she has now grown out of oversensitive airways issues!
Roslyn sat up at five months, crawled at seven and stood up (holding on) at 8. I’m sure she is moments away from standing unaided. She can walk on a walker easily now so walking shouldn’t be far off either.
She has started talking a lot recently and can say and identify mummy, daddy, sandy, tate, juice, cat, food, and toast.
Rozzie loves water so swimming and baths are favourite activities, along with going on swings and exploring the garden.
We are so proud and blessed to have our baby girl as part of our family. She’s the best girl in the world and we couldn’t be happier.
Happy Birthday little Roslyn! x