Advice leaving the hospital from a midwife ...
"Be kind to yourself. Motherhood is the hardest thing you'll ever do."
Our first two weeks at home, as parents to Will.
Feeding through the night. Watching the light wake and pour into the house.
High and heavy emotions in the afternoon.
Constant dreams of you, delirious sleep walking, adjusting to my milk.
Night time bottle with Dad.
Each morning a load of washing, little outfits and milk covered wraps, drying quickly in the sun.
Not latching every time ... yet ... progress each day as you learns and I learn.
Feeding then pumping. Propping you up in your basket to be lulled to sleep by the pump.
Dad calling you his 'beautiful boy'.
Rusty's curious sniffs of your toes, head and bassinet.
All your energy going into growing, daily becoming more alert for longer.
Reading books on the floor of your bedroom - you seem to like looking at the tree outside.
Dark mysterious eyes that lock with ours when we speak.
You bleet like a little lamb when you're stripped naked for a nappy change.
You love to be upright on our chests.
Furry little arms and shoulders.
Sweet smell of a newborn and nuzzling your fuzzy head.
The way you fold and tuck your hands up under your chin when you feed from the bottle.
You loved your first bath - stretched out long and floating away, safe in Dad's arms.
Permanent little wrinkles on your forehead.