We have now gone through all of our daughters old bin bags full of baby grows and vests. Separated the whites and pinks and divided into ages… (0-3 months and 3-6 months). Pinks are on charity shop stand by…. It might be a boy after all and my Queen insists this isn’t happening again. Having babies that is. I just remind her, that’s what she said just before number one was born!
I’ve found the baby bath, bottle steamer and Moses basket in the loft all wrapped up from 2 years, 6 months ago.
And we’ve completed the birthing plan….
Finger on the trigger now… It seems 2 weeks to go is touchy. Simply because it’s almost time but there’s still a little distance between then and now so do you sit comfortably yet?
I think not.
It’s now I’m remembering. Like flashbacks from a dream, what it’s like to have to wake up through the night to baby cries and what it’s like making up bottles and rocking a baby to sleep. Remembering how much they are dependent on you for everything. Seems weird to think my daughter now sometimes won’t take the help offered. Sometimes….