Two weeks ago, Ben and I welcomed our son, Banjo, to the world.
The clichés don’t do any justice to the enormity of the moment, it’s truly spellbinding. Finally, I was able to put the pregnancy into perspective. It was hard to understand why I had turned into such a monster during the pregnancy because until I held that baby, I could not process that there was a human growing inside me.
And, in the past two weeks, I’ve learned a few things:
- My baby is perfect in every way.
- Cricket season is a really good time to have a newborn.
- Our bodies are truly awesome to be able to create life. I was studying the pores on little Banjo’s tiny hand the other day and couldn’t fathom that I had created this child that had all his fingers and toes and even bloody eyelashes. It’s astounding that my body can do that, but it still cannot process a bottle of Shiraz without serious complaint.
- Six hours sleep in a night is bloody great. Seven is pure decadence.
- My baby likes to poop in clean nappies, preferably just after the press studs have been done up on a cute-looking but complex onesie. Seriously, did Satan himself design baby suits as some sort of cruel joke? Even the midwives made fun of Ben and I attempting to do up the jigsaw of buttons. It’s not a one-person job.
- We are so lucky in Australia to have such a phenomenal public health system.
- I no longer have time for long blogs.