On Monday (25th August 2014) at 3.20pm our beautiful baby boy was born! What a traumatic event that was, however the moment they handed our dear precious child up to my chest I didnt care in the slightest about the pain, discomfort, worry and frustration I had endured both in the last 7 hours but also over the last 9 months. The feeling is indiscribable and nothing prepares a parent for the moment they first see their child face to
The first 60 odd hours of our child’s life have definitely been an incredible roller coaster. Im not going to lie being a new time mummy is hard work. Your beyond tired, sore, your body is changing to meet baby’s needs. Your trying to figure out how to tend to and care for this new poppett, who not only doesnt come with an instruction manual but is completely new to the whole living thing).
This then gets you wondering what is it that keeps a tired, frustrated emotional mummy going. Well I cant speak for all mummy’s but I know for this mummy its the love and awe I feel for my darling little boy. Its my wonder at how God has created and blessed me with such an amazing little being! My heart is filled with joy at every gurgle, feed, poo, wee, watching Skip bond with his Daddy, seeing friends and family meet him for the first time. I love that in the last 60 hours our little boy has developed and learnt so much.
So yes, I’ll be honest, last night I had a truely rubbish night, my milk came in and as a result I was very engorged (like rocks). This meant most of the night I was awake, crying and trying to feed. However this morning, I’ve woken up listening to Granny and Daddy chatting away to Skip and him gurgling back. So today, as all days thus far, my joy and motivation comes from the blessing God gave us through our son Skip.