God was it weird.
I mean I know deep down how things might be if Lottie had one less chromosome but I've never really felt it punch me in the face, over something soooo small.
This litle girl is in Lotties preschool and is 6 months younger, they'll also be going onto Primary school together this Sept.
We were left on our own and were playing together for a bit before bed. It was so weird -she was having conversations with me, then we did some practice writing so she could leave her mummy a little 'I love you' letter and she was joining the dots and then we did some more practice writing so I wrote the number 3 then she copied me.
But it was the putting to bed bit that choked me really.
I said 'right come on babes, bedtime' and she just jumped up, ran upstairs and we went into the bathroom.
She took the little stool out, stood, brushed her own teeth and put herself into bed, choose the book and lay there while I read it. It was all so ....easy, so....normal!
It just felt like a punch in the face watching her calmly brushing her own teeth.
Lottie can just about brush hers but it's all so much harder. I have to carry her upstairs and into bathroom, sit her on the loo so she can brush, move all the things she'll throw, put toothpaste on brush, think of a million things to get her to brush then eventually get in there and brush them myself with tears happening now, then hold her over sink in my arms while she rinses which is more me splashing cold water over her mouth while she's tucked under my arm, then I have to stand her against me and wipe her mouth then carry her to bed.
I know this ..performance, is nothing new to all of you, and i don't really know why I'm posting other than to say...
Fucking hell, soemtimes you realise that the smallest things that you do every day, without really thinking about, really are so, so hard and exhausting.
I just sat down after and thought, bloody hell, how do we get through the day and remain sane some days?