As I sit here with a sleeping babe next to me, hands finally free to write this post, I’m still struggling to put into words what the past three weeks have meant for Ored and I, both as individuals and as a couple.
Because it’s virtually impossible to describe the beautiful whirlwind that has been our life since this little man came into it. After two sweeps and an agonising wait- he was 10 days late- Baby Ored was born after just a four hour labour*, weighing 7lbs 15oz. With a full head of hair, button nose and lips that garnered the same reaction from everyone (“He’s got his Mother’s lips!”) we instantly fell in love.
Every cliched sentiment anyone has ever told you, or that you’ve ever read, about the wonders of parenthood is completely and utterly true. There is no love like it, but the amazing thing is that the three of us have been able to bask equally in the glow of this unconditional, boundless love.
Of course there have been moments where I was so delirious from a lack of sleep that I was laughing at everything, forgetting everything, and am still never able to find the time to dry my hair after a shower. But when I looked at Ored, he too was laughing, forgetting and lapsing on grooming. We’ve shared everything together- dirty nappies, hanging out endless cycles of washing and taking turns to wind Baby Ored so the other one can eat dinner – all with patience, humour and stolen kisses. It’s been the very definition of teamwork and I can’t imagine parenting working any other way.
And it isn’t all Ored. Little Ored’s personality shines stronger with every day. Sweet natured, inquisitive and above all super chilled if on occasion, a little grizzly. I can count on one hand the amount of times this baby has really cried (and almost all of those have been because he needs me to release a boob a little faster) which means that when Ored returned to work after his two week Paternity leave, I felt encouraged. Hell, I’ve even taken him out and about on my own, an experience which is yet to be as daunting and terrifying as I previously envisaged.
I thank my lucky stars, because my post-labour experience could have been very different as it is for so many new Mum’s.
And so begins my journey into Motherhood.
Stay with me and I’ll promise to [honestly] share with you. When I get a free moment of course!
P.S I will write more about my labour as it was such a positive experience, I really would like to share it with you. Like I’ve said before, there are too many horror stories out there and not enough reassuring ones!