So…I’m a mum now.
That’s a pretty awesome statement (in the full meaning of the word). A mother?! Me??
Wee Leila is now just over a month old. She’s gone from a relatively-teeny 3.73 kilos, to just over 5! (That’s 11 pounds.) She’s feeding really well, starting to sleep for longer and longer stretches (whew!), pulls ridiculous faces when she’s all filled-up with milk, and – I think – is already smiling!
(OK, so she’s sleeping in that one. We don’t have any smiley photos yet.)
Some days, and nights, are hard. Others just let you catch your breath for a moment before the whirlwind starts up again. And still others fill you up with the sort of happiness you never felt before. Fierce pride, love, and the mama-bear feeling of wanting to protect your cub, against all odds. It’s intense, bewildering, and just plain wonderful.