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.
Hello Daisy!
And hello liddle Harps! Or should I say, Big Harps.
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?
Ohhhhh I CAN NOT WAIT!!! Hurry up November xxx
Same! This just made me excited. Oh, except the muscles and the hairdryer on the clacker… but everything else. 😛
The hairdryer was just a nice touch don’t you think? x
Oh I can’t wait to watch you either x
Lol,. Your craft blogger post is how I came to be a regular reader. Gold.
There were some local twin bubbas out in town this morning. Only 4 weeks old. So precious. So loved and cared for. They got clucked over whilst mama had a breakfast out which was lovely. I remember the daze. The wonder. The “so……. now what do I do”. Awesome stuff
Twins are even more special! Especially when they aren’t yours…(I can say that as my sister had twin boys!)
I just remember the feeling of lightness. My body was so much more free. Also, hairdryer up the clacker? Is why I love you Beth.
Yes! I remember the THRILL of laying on my stomach!
The thrill of laying on your stomach until your milk came in!
I just looked, and looked and looked at them. They were amazing. I had to keep looking to make myself believe they were there, out of my body and into the world. They all blew my mind but I especially remember the first. I was in a daze for days with her.
Same! I’ll never forget waking to her in that little clear crib x
The wonder … but also the “so, what the hell do we do now? I’m so not prepared for this!” x
Way to make the clucky lady gasp audibly! Not at the hairdryer up the clacker (although yes, it was a nice touch) but at all that is to come. Goosebumps. Can’t wait 🙂
Disclaimer: No I am not pregnant.
Patience grasshopper x
I woke to my first born, picked him up so he was facing me, looked at him looking curiously at me and said, “hello little Man, I’m your Mum” and then I sobbed and sobbed with joy … and he just looked at me … and then I laughed and laughed with pure joy. I have never felt such joy and elation in my life. Every post birth tear, pain, and ache I bore with pride. I didn’t sleep for a week I was so over the moon and then the Drs had to knock me out as I went crazy with sleep deprivation as I could not believe I had given birth and could not stop looking at him. Time slowed down. I remember every minute of that first week in hospital like it was yesterday. I remember thinking it was all going so fast! I still can’t get over my boys births. Best days of my life. A-M xx PS I still remember sleeping on my stomach for the first time post too. Delightful!
SO beautiful AM. How privileged we are to give birth, be mothers, raise PEOPLE. Gosh. Thank you for sharing your lovely memories x
I remember waking up feeling like I had gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, then been run over by a Mack truck. I also remember feeling so damn proud of the little bundle of goodness cradled in my arms SO PROUD! Claire xo
I felt EXACTLY like that too. I even burst every blood vessel in my neck and chest and looked absolutely hideous. But I did it! Still can’t believe I pushed two human beings out of my vagina!!!
With Elly (my first) I remember feeling wonder and complete adoration – we’d tried for 5 years to have her and I was amazed that she was finally here. And with Mia, I just wanted to get home so that I could have both my girls together – I checked myself out of hospital 24 hours later and saved the love for when I got home:) Thanks for sharing Beth, it was a beautiful trip down memory lane xox
Gorgeous! How special after such a long wait! I was like that with Harper too, just wanted to get home and start to be a family x
I remember not knowing which baby was mine,he was born at Nepean Hospital and taken away straight away (we are talking nearly 25 years ago ) and I went to the nursery to see him ,wonder delight and I felt so so clever with my daughters birth I had her at a birthing centre and it was great I fed her straight away,she never was taken away from me and I carried her around like a pro.New babies are beautiful ,they smell beautiful and you are filled with overwhelming love that never leaves.
Well done…on both counts! You know Harper smelt like peaches DEAD SET PEACHES for weeks. Even my Mum agreed!
My daughter was born at home in the blue mountains, my first and only biological child. It was painful, amazing, painful, incredible, did I mention painful? Yes it really hurt! I was all like ‘I’m going to have a natural birth, no intervention, I don’t need modern medicine etc ‘ My how I have changed! If I was to do it again I would book in to a hospital with a spa and cafe in the foyer, but, I won’t be doing it again, my eggs are expired alas!
It sure did hurt didn’t it?!!
I had my first bub at 2 weeks before turning 21. I was in shock & in complete awe that I had produced such a perfect little boy. I also remember telling my BFF my vagina looked like a run over bulldog & hurt like hell!
Second time round I was surprised at how my heart expanded to fit in more love for the new little boy who entered our quirks. Before he was born I kept thinking ” will I be able to love him like I do my first?” But as soon as he arrived it was love at first sight.
And 8 weeks ago ( on Sunday ) we finally welcomed our third son. All I felt was relief. Relief that we finally had the baby we had tried so hard for. Relief he was alive & perfect. That might sound weird but after a few miscarriages & a less than ideal pregnancy to hold that living, breathing baby in my arms was unbelievable. I kept saying ” I can’t believe he’s here! We done it, we finally done it!”
Each time it was pure joy mixed with aches & pains too. It rained during each of my labours so I take that as a good sign.
I love reading everyone’s comments. So lovely 🙂
Well done indeed! Congrats xxx
I remember falling asleep after 36 hours of labour with my hand in a death grip on her basinette. I still couldn’t (can’t) believe that we’d been given a perfect little beeboo after years of trying. Three years on and I’m still as thankful (oh, and healed-up after the 60 stitches-gah!)
SIXTY? Dear lord woman! Did you split in two?!!!
Pretty much, the doctor (male) described it as ‘a little tearing’, the nurses (all femaile) all said ‘you poor dear, you’ve been through a rough time’
Oh, I adored my babies. The six weeks before they were born was torture. I was in hospital on bedrest just trying to hold them in. They kept trying to escape, and even now, nearly four years later, they still do the same. When they were eventually born via emergency c-section I was terrified. Terrified they were too small, too early, and that I had failed them. But they were perfect. The most perfect babies I had ever seen. I loved them so fiercely, so immediately, that I couldn’t breathe. They literally took my breath away. They were whisked away to NICU where they remained for what felt like a lifetime. I didn’t think anything could top that feeling. But that first hold!! Oh my goodness. Tears streamed down my face. And that first twin skin-to-skin cuddle!! It’s the most precious memory in my life. It was the first time in nearly a month they were back together again after being born and the first thing they did was reach for each other’s hand. Too too special. Blessed.
So special indeed. Thanks for sharing Jen…beautiful!!
no, nothing like a newborn… UNTIL THEY DON’T SLEEP, LIKE EEEVERRRRRRRRRRR. THen a new born is kind of like a kick to the metaphorical nuts.
Oh no! Em! It is indeed. Hang in there xxx
I remember Love (yep, it needs a capital.) It was everywhere. It was in every fibre of my being for my baby boy and for my husband. And it kept coming – from our families and friends, on Facebook, on Instagram, everywhere. Oh yes, and the overwhelming desire to wee after they took the catheter out, and not being able to, and the relief when they put it back. A litre of fluid in your bladder is painful enough, but when it’s pushing on your new c-sec wound? Yowsers!!!! But mostly, Love.