On Friday 1st September 2017, I became a mum to a beautiful baby boy.
Throughout my pregnancy, I don’t really think I was fully ready for the day he arrived. In all honesty, can anyone ever be truly prepared for something as big as this? I mean, we all spend 9 months talking to our bumps, feeling flutters and kicks but I don’t think the realization that this is a tiny human being really hits you until hold your little bundle in your arms for the first time.
Right now, I am sat in my PJ bottoms, messy bun on the top of my head, a tiny bit of baby sick on the shoulder of what was one my favourite jumpers, cradling my boy in one hand and typing with the other. This has been my life for the last 4 weeks.
In an ideal world, I would be able to get dressed, sit down with a cup of tea and toast while my baby sleeps peacefully in his moses basket like you see in the movies and on social media - but unfortunately this is not my reality and I imagine this is the same for a lot of new mums. Would I like the above to be my reality? Probably. Am I slightly jealous of mums that can do this? A little bit. Would I change the last 4 weeks in any way? Not one bit!
