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I know I have been in this parenting gig for 18months now but I still have my "I'm a mummy" moments.
It's 4 am now. I've been up giving Ethan a back rub and a head massage to ease the discomfort of the pesky cold he has. He has a low grade fever (going by the kiss test - if you kiss their forehead and it feels warm). Just seeing the seemingly magical qualities of these simple acts amazes me. He scoots into my embrace in his sleep. Makes me feel like so important and so needed.