I can’t believe Charlie is 4 weeks old on Sunday….the last few weeks of my pregnancy seemed to pass by at a snails pace, yet since hes been born time has flown by. I’ll do a separate post about his birth soon as I’m still processing parts of it, but I feel very lucky that in the end I had a pretty easy pregnancy and straightforward birth at home. It’s hard to put into words the mixed emotions of giving birth. There’s the complete elation that you’ve actually managed to bring a new human into the world mixed with extreme tiredness, relief that the birthing experience is over, sadness that it’s over and then a general readjustment of life to fit a new, very needy little person into.
We’re doing really well so far and Charlie has fit right into our crazy over scheduled life. The bigger children completely adore their little brother with not a hint of jealousy. He is kissed, stroked and cuddled most of the time and the girls’ are obsessed with his poo and what colour it will be next as well as wanting him to wear real clothes and show him off to their friends.
I am trying to make the most of every second. I’d completely forgotten how scrummy newborns are. I love his milky smell, deliciously soft skin and hair, cute little noises and the way his little eyes fix on you like you’re the only person in the world. He’s just lovely and most definitely worth the wait. It seems like an awfully long time since we found out about our new addition and I still can’t quite believe he is here.