My sister, Vikki, finally gave birth on Sunday after being induced. Phoebe Erin came in to world at about 6.30am weighing in at 7 pounds 6 ounces. Both Mother and baby are doing great.
Most babies when they are first born and for the first few weeks are, to be frank and honest, ugly little wrinkled things but Phoebe certainly is not. She’s a very cute and very beautiful little thing and no, I am not being biased. From the moment I saw her lying in her cot on the maternity ward I was struck how small and perfect Phoebe looked. I was then struck by the thought “oh dear God, I’m going to be taking one of my own home in about 3 months time!”
I couldn’t help thinking that when we bring our bundle of joy home and it is just Sophie and me left on our own with this new life, I really have no idea what to do. We’ve been reading books about pregnancy, birth and babies but I find them no real help. All they seem to say is “don’t worry, you’ll cope and know instinctively what to do”. Cheers, that’s a great help.
Now we’re back in Lincoln I will take courage from the fact that we’ll have friends and relatives who have had babies of their own so we can get support and advice from them, plus we have Sophie’s family on the end of the phone for their support and input too. With all these loving people I am sure we’ll be fine in the end though I am under no illusions that it will be easy.
Scared? You bet.
Feeling dread? A little.
Wish it wasn’t happening? No even slightly. As terrifying a prospect as this is, I can’t wait to be taking Sophie and our own little baby home for the first time. I just apologise in advance if you receive a stressed and upset phone call in the middle of night from us because ‘Bean’ will not stop crying and go to sleep! Oh the joys of parenthood.
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