20 Sep Inside The Memory Box
I kept memory boxes with both of my daughters.
I have always loved to look back at old photos or clothes to take me back in time.
I dug out both of them today and felt quite emotional looking through.
Today I’ll share Esme’s.*
Please note, don’t read whilst eating as there may or may not be decayed body parts in there……
First up! Esme’s cup.
Because of her low birth weight, I had to supplement her in between feeds with expressed milk. It was so strange seeing this little teeny baby drinking so well out of a cup!
She would never entertain a bottle and never did.
Here was Daddy, giving her milk from the little cup. I couldn’t bear to throw it away.
Next, my wrist tag.
The first few weeks with her were such a blur that it took me ages to take this off. It may have even fallen off in protest.
This cardigan was one of her first and my absolute favourite. To hold it now, I can’t believe she was this tiny. It looks like it was made for a doll.
This saltdough ornament was made at a Surestart centre when Esme was 8 weeks.
It was my first real outing with her as I stopped going to my own centre, fed up of people asking questions and having to explain over and over why Esme was this size. I actually at this time had no idea and found it easier telling people she was premature.
Ok, sorry about this but I just couldn’t throw it away! Come on, I can’t be the only one can I?! I have Niamh’s too but that has kind of evaporated now…..Boik!
Now this I love. I got this in the post a week or two after Esme was born. I was in the throes of despair and exhaustion with feeding and not sleeping and this was the pick me up I needed.
It’s a lovely gesture and I was proud to go on to be involved with the charity Breastfeeding Together when the baby was a little older.
I lost count of how many scans I had.
Firstly I was scanned weekly as I had assisted conception. Esme was the result of clomid and an ovulation shot (Neil may have been involved somewhere).
After some early bleeding I never was able to relax and I spent hundreds at the local 3D scanning centre, attempting to get some reassurance every week.
I was never reassured but I feel good that I put the sonographer’s kids through university.
I have the first scan that shows just a foetal pole right up to the one at 34 weeks.
Finally, my little Tinkerbell’s wrist tag that was just bigger than my thumb.
I loved looking back at these today and will share Niamh’s next.
What’s in your memory box?