Liam – born on the morning of 30 March @ 2.965kg.
The past 6 days of motherhood has been taking my breath away.
From experiencing a very unexpected almost-dreamlike birth (was expecting any & everything to go wrong), euphoria of having my newborn in my arms within 4 pushes of a quick labour, recovering from a b*tch-arse painful wound down south (I didn’t have an episiotomy though) on the 1st day, receiving lots of love from excited visitors who came armed with the cutest balloons / flowers / gifts / hugs for the little one, getting continued assurance on my breastfeeding from staff at TMC; to surviving on 2 hours sleep on the first night he was home and needing to send him to kkh for 2 nights’ admittance thereafter and bawling my eyes almost every 20 minutes during that night we had to admit him (can you believe the housemen there asked why I was even in tears?) to asking my CL to leave after 2 days – I think I’ve captured probably a month’s worth of experiences in a short span.
But this post is not about any of those at the moment, because every of those experiences deserves be documented properly on its own. Details on birth story, the nightmare with CL, why he needed to be admitted suddenly (though he was first discharged as perfectly fine) to come soon.
This post is about Liam and I just want to put on the record how much I’m in love with this little man.