Today marks the end of Steve’s paternity leave.
What a fortnight… Wave after wave of visitors, far more than expected feeding issues, a fair few midwife visits, imaginings of new routines, a bout of mastitis, quite a few tears and, of course, a lot of smiles.
Tomorrow I’m going it alone and today I feel quite overwhelmed by the prospect. The thought of feeling so torn, constantly overstretched and seeing too many tiny people’s tears when I can’t do anything about it is quite scary. I don’t want to see either of my babies wait. I don’t want to not have enough arms/eyes/time. I just don’t feel ready…
But here we go ready or not. It’s only two days. I have friends and family. I have caffeine. I’m fairly sure if I can just scrape us all from our beds and get downstairs we’ll survive. Deep breaths… I don’t need to do it well, I just need to do it. Not a concept I’m a huge fan of, but this was always going to be a steep learning curve.
Luckily it's already worth all the grey hairs, eye-bags and tears I'm sure to be due...
Meanwhile here's a rather random selection of pictures with baby Bow settling in...
Daytime dozes...
Lil' fist sucker...
She whispers little "whisp-whisp-whisp" to him...
I die...
Little bear ears on baby boys should be mandatory...
My Dad... How he loves my children...
Lazy mornings wriggling on Mummy's bed...
beautiful images. :) I can remember the fear of being left with two smalls when i had my second. You will be okay :) and even though you think you might be letting them down when you can't meet their every need exactly when they need it....you really are giving them the most incredible gift. a sibling, family...sharing..caring and nuturing others. They might not thank you for it straight away :) xx
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