There’s been some babies born. My Facebook feed is filled with the delightful little bundles, all bundled up in their newness. One baby in particular was born into our extended family last night, one Miss Georgia Margaret and gosh was it ever so good to see her arrive into this world. Her Mum and Dad have been waiting for her for a long time, and it makes her arrival all the sweeter.
Got me thinking about my two bundles.
I’ll never forget those first mornings in hospital with the girls. Both were born almost at the exact time at night (around 8.45pm) so after a sleep the morning always bought such wonder and amazement (for anyone that’s new to the blog you might like this post birth post, no really, you will). Who knew there would be an actual BABY in there?! Huh. I also remember the pure FEAR pulsating through my veins, I remember the hobbling (I never knew how many muscles you used during labour), I remember how good the tea and toast tasted, the hair dryer up the clacker to make sure those stitches were dry, I remember the pounding headache I had from Harper (thanks epidural for that one) and of course the overwhelming LOVE. The love you never even knew you had in you – for your baby, your family, your partner.
There really isn’t anything like a newborn is there?
What do you remember on that first morning?