You know how it is when you've had a new baby - your whole world is descended into a chaotic mess of nappies, sleepsuits and Sudacrem. Suddenly, things that seemed important - like the latest episode of the Great British Sewing Bee - don't seem so important any more, and become forgotten in favour of changing nappies and desperately scraping enough sleep to get through the day. Thank goodness for the record option. Our parents didn't have that. However did they cope?!
And in true 'baby brain' fashion, I haven't updated you on the birth of my gorgeous baby girl Tallulah Rose Narene, who is now 8 weeks old. We agonised over the name; I wanted Mabel, but my other half was firmly against it. Eventually, with the help of my mum and sister (at 11:30pm at night as I bounced on a birthing ball, 99% per cent certain that things were starting) we narrowed it down to two that we both liked, and since I had chosen Pearl, my other half got the final say. For the record, the other name was Delilah. Rose is in honour of the name that the hubby really wanted, and Narene is after my grandmother, whose name was Noreen (which is apparently meant to be pronounced Narene, hence the spelling change).
And here she is...
Yes, she does have a lot of hair, doesn't she? And lots of lovely blonde locks, just like me! But no I didn't have indigestion / heartburn / any other condition to hint that she might come out with such a mop on her head.
|Myself as a baby, and Tallulah|
So yes, it was another c-section for me, and though I feel sad about it, at least it was my choice this time. I also had to go completely under the anaesthetic because I still had feeling there, so it was pretty much an epic fail the whole way.
But it is what it is; I can't change it now. And I wouldn't anyway, because I have two gorgeous, glorious girls and the circumstances under which they came to me are part of who they are. As Shakespeare would say, they are not "of woman born", and that's fine with me.
Pearl, who is now 3 and a half, absolutely adores her little sister. People say that older children get naughty when new siblings come along, but though Pearl has been pushing boundaries, this has been part of her growing up and nothing to do with the arrival of Tallulah. She has been a wonderful big sister.
And of course, the breastfeeding journey continues. I've been lucky enough for Tallulah to establish herself quite easily, and she loves her yummy mummy milk! I've already captured on camera several public breastfeeding moments and will be sharing them over the coming weeks / months in an effort to normalise breastfeeding and educate people on the Equality Act 2010. But most importantly to ensure that other mothers don't feel that breastfeeding has to come at the expense of a social life or hobbies. You CAN go to the cinema. You CAN go swimming. You CAN go shopping. And you can do all of these things and breastfeed wherever your baby needs to. No need to shut yourself away in a toilet or let your baby scream while you attempt to find your nearest Mothercare (though their feeding rooms are pretty awesome). As Nike says - just do it!