I went to the hospital, impatient and overwhelmed with excitement to meet a new special one…. And I came home, a mumma to 3. Three! I still can’t believe I have 3 now.
As much as it was a blessing and a privilege, I don’t think I’d miss being pregnant. Pregnancy has just never been kind to me. I’m quite happy to bid farewell.
I feel like I have to celebrate this… that I was having a shower and realised I could look down and see my toes again – and actually reach down and touch them. No more pregnant belly in the way. I also sat cross legged stiffly and uncomfortably on the couch when I realised I could actually fold my legs up and bring my knees to my chest again. And oh my, I can sleep on my tummy again. I can paint my toe nails again. The simple things taken for granted…
Let me introduce you to my beautiful baby girl (just look at that hurrrrrr! I have never seen such long hair on a newborn), Michaela Grace. And those cheeks. I just can’t. I’m biased but she is just perfect to me.
She is really the epitome of calm. Even the baby nurse commented on how content she is, how she barely cries and even when she does, it’s such a soft sweet gentle sound that doesn’t even last long. She really sounds more like she’s having a short little whinge. She sleeps amazingly well for me and I don’t think I can be any happier as a mom to a newborn – she is perfect. Don’t be envious as I have certainly paid my dues with Miss 3 (super colicky, restless baby + no sleep for mom + the whole lot that comes with it). I shall enjoy my amazing new baby while I can – who knows, things could still change *knocks on wood*
For 2 people who never thought they would have another baby (and who even high-fived each other about never having to do the whole baby stage again), Husband and I are actually really enjoying and cherishing this newborn stage more than we thought we would. I really thought we would be a lot more stressed out being on our own and handling 3 kids but at the moment, I think we are just so in love with Bub – diapers, feeding, crying, bath, Oh the poo-right-after-a-fresh-diaper, no problem at all. Everything (well, almost) is done with a smile, lots of patience (so far) with lots of goo-ing and gaa-ing over the little one. Everything about her is just so adorable and the kids adore her just as much.
So what’s next? Birth story anyone?
