There is no baby more beautiful than mine and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.
Although night times are terrible – the endless cycle of feeding, changing, winding and what feels like only a few minutes of sleep before it all starts again – they are also wonderful because he and I really get to know each other, searching each other’s faces, memorising every detail. I watch his inky blue eyes and kiss his neck, I gaze at him sleeping, his mouth making small shapes, smiles flitting over his face as he dreams of whatever it is babies dream of. I look at him and I think, he is perfect in every way.
I endured an awful pregnancy knowing he would make our family complete. I struggled through another long labour, much of it alone, knowing it would be for the last time. I got through the hideous first week trying to remember that it does get better. I try to convince myself, he is my last baby.
But the truth is, the thought that he might be my last baby is unbearable.
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Ella, I’ve been neglecting my blog reading and missed the birth of your new baby. Congratulations!! I hope you are feeling well. Take care of yourself.
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I so know what you mean. I too remember the night feeds especially as it was just me and the baby – none of the other kids or other things to do. So I really enjoyed it. And I also had a hard time recognising it as being the last one (and I still do even though he is now 2). but the pregnancy had been so dire that I knew I didn’t need to do that again. Getting rid of the baby stuff as soonas he was done with it (and sending hubby for a snip) helped a lot. Good luck. He IS a gorgeous baby!! Well done.
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