My little boy is here.
He arrived in the small hours of a Monday morning.
Monday 15th of April in fact.
This time was harder than the last. And I thought second time around was meant to be a doddle... Not always it would seem.
But he's here and he's gorgeous and I'm totally in love.
And things are going OK. I'm going OK. More than OK. Compared to last time I'm kicking ass.
He loves being held, he loves hearing me sing, he loves staring at my face, he loves being fed. He loves being fed a lot. A lot a lot.
That's babies for you though, eh? Never happier than when there's a boob in the vicinity.
And I'm slowly emerging from the baby fog. The one that allows your brain to only process thoughts that involve your little person and makes the rest of the world a little blurry, a little out of focus, a little less there.
I love having an extra person in our family. And Edie loves having a baby brother. She is THE sweetest big sister, her love for Griff is huge already. You can see it in her face when she holds him.
I feel so lucky.
I am so lucky.
Lucky lucky me.