I know some day I’ll look back on this time with a sentimental, rose-tinted fondness. It’s inevitable. I’ll remember his tiny little clammy hands, his sweet milky breath, his cheeky smile and the warmth of his little head under my chin when I cuddle him. I’ll hold up his first outfit and say ‘I can’t believe he was ever that small’. I’ll feel that maternal pang that will make me reconsider my ‘never again’ deceleration – for a moment, at least. But right now it feels like this is all he ever does (scream). Ever.
When he’s not peeing on me, that is.