I have been absent from my blog for some weeks now and I am not writing to apologise.
Four weeks ago I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The weeks leading up to his arrival were tough, physically, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried by the impending delivery.
Would the baby arrive safe and sound? Did it really hurt as much as I remember? How will I cope with a lack of sleep? How can we possibly juggle the needs of three young children, let alone our own? Am I ready?
Well, baby A is a month old and he's healthy. We're getting an "ok" amount of sleep. We have adjusted our expectations of how we manage our family. If we're 'on time' that's fine. If we're not that's ok too. If we are ready for visitors that's great. If we're not, then that's ok too. It also helps that J and I are on the same page. He's picked up the pieces where I can't and we are looking after each other. Parenting is definitely not a one person job and I'm so grateful to be sharing this responsibility with a beautiful man.
Oh - and yes - it hurt as much as I remember, and more. A was born in the bath which sounds all lovely and calm and it might have been had I not been SCREAMING at the top of my lungs for the three hours preceding his arrival. As it happened I couldn't have cared less where he was born in the end!
That moment of dreamy and exhilarating relief when I held A in my arms was as I remember it - overwhelming and utterly beautiful. I have tears in my eyes now just thinking about those moments and wondering if I'll ever have that privilege again. They happen in an instant and must be some of the most poignant of a lifetime. There is no bigger responsibility than that of caring for another human being - vulnerable and new and pink and divine.
Since A was born I have been caught up with the usual - feeds, resting when I can, cooking and running the household, school drop-offs and pick-ups, getting out and walking as much as I can and enjoying social engagements (and the odd glass of wine!) Our two older children are smothering A with love and cuddles and often as they can. We couldn't be more proud of how they've stepped up to the role of big brother and big sister.
More importantly I have been gazing at my boy, staring in to his deep blue eyes. Somewhere in between feeds and sleeps and nappy changes comes the beauty of the early days of having a newborn - having to be completely and utterly in the moment. There aren't many things you can do whilst breastfeeding and I think it's that way for a reason. I've had to focus on my boy and the time we spend together. There is nothing more precious.
Miss May Blossom http://www.facebook.com/MissMayBlossom
Four weeks ago I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The weeks leading up to his arrival were tough, physically, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried by the impending delivery.
Would the baby arrive safe and sound? Did it really hurt as much as I remember? How will I cope with a lack of sleep? How can we possibly juggle the needs of three young children, let alone our own? Am I ready?
Well, baby A is a month old and he's healthy. We're getting an "ok" amount of sleep. We have adjusted our expectations of how we manage our family. If we're 'on time' that's fine. If we're not that's ok too. If we are ready for visitors that's great. If we're not, then that's ok too. It also helps that J and I are on the same page. He's picked up the pieces where I can't and we are looking after each other. Parenting is definitely not a one person job and I'm so grateful to be sharing this responsibility with a beautiful man.
Oh - and yes - it hurt as much as I remember, and more. A was born in the bath which sounds all lovely and calm and it might have been had I not been SCREAMING at the top of my lungs for the three hours preceding his arrival. As it happened I couldn't have cared less where he was born in the end!
That moment of dreamy and exhilarating relief when I held A in my arms was as I remember it - overwhelming and utterly beautiful. I have tears in my eyes now just thinking about those moments and wondering if I'll ever have that privilege again. They happen in an instant and must be some of the most poignant of a lifetime. There is no bigger responsibility than that of caring for another human being - vulnerable and new and pink and divine.
Since A was born I have been caught up with the usual - feeds, resting when I can, cooking and running the household, school drop-offs and pick-ups, getting out and walking as much as I can and enjoying social engagements (and the odd glass of wine!) Our two older children are smothering A with love and cuddles and often as they can. We couldn't be more proud of how they've stepped up to the role of big brother and big sister.
More importantly I have been gazing at my boy, staring in to his deep blue eyes. Somewhere in between feeds and sleeps and nappy changes comes the beauty of the early days of having a newborn - having to be completely and utterly in the moment. There aren't many things you can do whilst breastfeeding and I think it's that way for a reason. I've had to focus on my boy and the time we spend together. There is nothing more precious.
Miss May Blossom http://www.facebook.com/MissMayBlossom
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