Strapped to a skyrocket, we prepare to be shot into the sky at an alarming pace. Its not the going up that worries me, nor the speed at which we will ascend, but it's that potential BANG!! at the end.... that's the scary part. But, we have gone past the point of turning back, its onwards and upwards now - and we've got a brand new baby girl home from hospital, just four days after she was born!!! =8^O
Oh man, isn't she pretty in pink! Isn't she?
Its funny how surreal this all seems. The better half has a baby by caesarian one day, has a few short days of sumptuous nursing care and attention, then its "off you go, you're on your own now". As we strapped our brand new baby girl into the child restraint in our car, I thought to myself, 'how many people get the same sense of awesome responsibility just about now? No.... check that.... I think its more like a very LARGE brick falls out of the sky onto your head which reads: 'REALITY - IT'S YOURS'!!!!
It doesn't seem to matter how prepared you are, or how many times you've done this all before - there's still this amazing blend of wonder, doubt, confidence and blessing that washes over you like a summer storm.
Sophie was lucky though. We brought her home to a loving household, with doting grandparents on standby ready to receive their long awaited little gift from the heavens. Both Nana's are tickled PINK , and glad to see a bit of gender balance being injected into our small family. My parents especially were digging the new grand daughter gig and they stayed for the first few days after Sophie came home to lend an experienced set of hands. It was much appreciated.
Anyway, a week has gone by now and Sophie, it seems, has been here before. She has already settled into good routines with 4 hourly no fuss breastfeeds and she sleeps like a quiet little lamb. When she is awake, she is calm and serene and takes things in without distress, with a hint of knowing that you might expect from old souls.
Despite the odd worry, tears and fears that our lil' fella Ryan might feel outta sorts with all the new changes, he's done impeccably well. He's shown a real interest in Sophie Belle and been prepared to share his toys and mother's love without jealousy. Mum can't pick him up though (he's now 13kgs!!) as she needs to wait another 5 weeks or so for her caesar op scar to heal.
Daddy Day Care has already been doing his bit with the heavy loads - hanging the washing, lifting Ryan all day long and moving anything that the ol' chook can't lift. What was the line in that old Madonna song.... "everything I give comes back to me"??? Yep, it has, already... things couldn't get any better than this =)
Kids grow up so fast. One day they are in nappies and everything you do seems to be just for them. The next, they are teenagers stepping out into the big bad world. There's only a few precious moments in the vast scale of time where our kids actually WANT US to be around, to be part of their life.
Take the time to be there. It doesn't ever last long enough.
Be good blogmunchkins, talk to you again soon!!
Hodgie
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