The 19th of September is a date that passed me by 29 times in my lifetime, without any significance. However, as of last week, the 19th is now, a very significant date in my diary, for it marks the birth of my son, Leo. As I type this post, he is cradled in my arm, fast asleep after a good feed…..and I don’t think I could feel much happier or more content than I do now.
After a month fraught with worry and sleepless nights, I delivered my little man at 35 weeks and 5 days, and all 4lb 1oz of him is just perfect. After a 5 day stay in the hospital, I was completely exhausted. Strangely enough, the noisy, bright hospital environment is not great when it comes to getting enough rest! Last night, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more and Phil came home to this scene……I have a cool napping buddy now
So now I have a cute, little sidekick to share in my daily adventures. How cool is that? And before they begin, we’ll just spend some quality time together, getting to know each other a bit. And I’ll apologise in advance for posting a zillion pictures of this face because I just can’t stop looking at it