POO FARTED ON: December 8, 2014
mother status report: TIRED , WEARY but FULFILLED .
November has been spent mostly indoors. Mostly because of baby but also because of rainy weather. Truth be told, confinement or not, I’d much rather be home with little dove than anywhere else, well, except maybe in the mountains amounst snow. ^^
starting to feel festive
in case i don’t write u before then
POO FARTED ON: December 1, 2014
Soooooo, as of 19th November 2014, I became a mother.
Even though it’s been almost 2 weeks, it’s still so surreal. I am a mother. =) And not just a mother but a mother to a beautiful baby girl who looks just like a daddy. She is exactly what I wished for. (I guess all mother’s say the same thing about their children.) I thought I would be able to be objective about her but no, she is absolute perfection to me in every way; even when she cries. And boy, does she cry…
It took me 19 long hours of labour to deliver my little angel. But as the doctor pulled her out of me (sounds crude but it is what it is) and I set my eyes on her, every second was worthwhile. I spent 9 hours at home with contractions spanning 6 – 40 mins apart. And after each contraction, I felt like I had to use the bathroom. Every time I did, my stomach churned. After I got to the hospital, I was given an epidural so the pain subsided and the anticipation set in. It took another 10 hours before my baby was delivered and try as I might, I could not get to sleep. The actual active labour did not take that long. About 25 mins of pushing and Ara bear was born. Can you tell I’m skimming the labour bit? It’s really not all that important to me. It was long and hard but I didn’t really mind it.
I’ve spent every day learning about how to be a mum and I’m enjoying every bit of it. Even when she cries… A lot of people say they miss the times when their child was still a baby so I’m trying to savour every moment while Ara is little. I do love her so teeny tiny and I know in the blink of an eye, she be grown. When she cries, I see it as her trying so hard to communicate with me and when I eventually figure out what it is that she needs, I feel an amazing sense of accomplishment. Without words, my baby and I managed to solve an issue.
People tell me they never knew they could love as much as when they carry their child for the first time. I always knew I had this love inside me. I always knew I could love / care for someone unconditionally. It was always just inside me waiting to be unleashed. When she took her first breath, cried and they placed her on me, everything was in it’s right place. I turned to look at Andy, he was teary; we smiled.
all the love in the world
poo & ara bear
POO FARTED ON: November 17, 2014