Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
Winter
By Susanne Remic on 15 Nov 2011
When breath starts to fog in the air and windows need scraping, we always tell the children that Jack Frost has been to play. I love winter. I love wrapping up warm and bracing myself against the icy wind. I love snuggling indoors with the lights on and the fire blazing. I love the watery winter sun on my face and the imminent promise of snow in the white sky.
It was nearly spoiled for me. I can still picture the sparkling frost that covered the road on the night that we drove to the hospital. The world was cold, still and waiting. The first few days of my son’s life grew steadily colder and colder until, eventually, the snow fell.
The snow meant that I was unable to leave the house on my own. My son and I were housebound for weeks. The snow was a threat, a jailor. The snow, so beautiful yet so cruel, kept my son and I inside with nothing but our emotions and our fears.
The snow forced me to make a difference in our lives. As soon as it melted, I joined a baby group. I craved adult conversation and a shoulder to cry on. I yearned to leave the house. I made friends that very first day and now class some of those ladies as really good friends.
The winter was harsh but the end result was life changing.
This year, I expect snow once more. I expect the toddler and I shall make snowmen and have snowball fights and will laugh as our breath fogs the air once more. I expect the baby shall be born into a winter wonderland like its big brother and I expect that my concept of winter shall change again.
I expect that I shall continue to love this season for all that it brings. New life, new hope and new challenges. Oh, and snow. Lots of snow. I hope.
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