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Two weeks old.

Fourteen days, baby!


We’ve finally arrived at a point where I feel more like myself and I have hope that things are returning to a new sense of normal. It’s such a relieving feeling to just know, deep down, that things are going to be okay. Of course people tell you that all along and you know it logically, but to actually feel it within yourself is grounding. We’ve got this. I’ve got this. It’s not as scary as I thought and I’m feeling okay much sooner than I thought too.

We don’t have a routine as such going, but I feel pretty capable of handling the situations that arise and they are predictable in a way. We eat, we sleep, I’ve had plenty of chances to run around with my toddler, and we’ve all been figuring out how to keep going forward. These past few weeks have been a really special time for the four of us, working things out.

My husband has been incredible, as always, so it’s not much of a surprise, yet it does impress me over and over again to see him grow as a father. He was a brilliant father to one and now he is a brilliant father to two. Our girls are so lucky to have him loving them. As for me, he has well and truly been my rock. He was amazing at the birth, having grown so much from the first time around, and he has been amazing everyday since through all the ebbs and flows. He’s been there laughing with me, distracting me from pain, wiping away my tears, making us all food, and playing endless Lego with our toddler. He makes his love for us well and truly known and felt.

I somehow fall more in love with our toddler each day. She continues to surprise us time and time again, with this whole little person she’s blossoming into. I’ve never knew that feeling so proud was possible. She always wants to know where her little sister is, she loves helping to bath and dress her (she even sampled the bath water the other day), and she so carefully places her toys on the baby. She is empathetic, kind, reserved, and funny. She’s the best.

Our small babe is such a delight too. Now that she’s two weeks old, she is becoming more awake and less in womb-world. She’s working on focusing her eyes and her thighs are slowly getting a bit chunky. We had a bout of mastitis earlier in the week and thankfully caught it early before it got too nasty. Breastfeeding is going really well and we feel very supported. I keep waiting for it to all go drastically wrong though, even though I know that the first few weeks are the hardest, and somehow we’ve managed to keep on ploughing through those. We fall more and more in love with her each day.

These past few days we’ve been having a lot of fun and all of this fun has been a nice change of scenery from the usual renovations/work/errands/house things. We’ve been spending a lot of time with people dear to us and have been reminded of the importance of doing things just because they are enjoyable, rather than productive. Heading out into the world with no agenda other than to simply seek joy from time to time is so powerful. It fills your cup. Today we spent the afternoon at the beach and it was so replenishing. We are looking forward to doing it again.

I think a big lesson of this week has just been to go forth and enjoy, without fear of when the good things will end. Because for now, they are just too good.
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