OK, so suddenly I realise I am a terrible mummy. I wrote so many thousands of words in my pregnancy journal whilst waiting for Georgia to arrive and you know what???? I have not written a word since she was born?
That is a major sin for a scrapper, particularly one who waited 8 years for this baby & planned to be the perfect organised mother who would keep a big filing system & journal about her child & record all the little things worth remembering.
Georgia is now 10.5 weeks old & the only things I have actually written down are in my blog entries. So if I may indulge myself during each post, I think I will just have to write a little update on Georgia or a memory from those early weeks, just in case I don't get around to starting that journal. Shame on me. At least there is a record here of some things.
Honestly where does the time go? It seems like yesterday that Jeff & I were lying in bed imagining this new person coming into our lives, imagining her lying in bed between us for an early morning snuggle and this was about 6 weeks before she was born! I was impatient & thought that last 6 weeks would take forever.
I remember that last night at home before my 8am c-section appointment, madly finishing an article for FK and counting down the hours before I would see my little person. I went to bed at 3am that night/morning and had to get up at 6.30am to shower & get ready.
It was then just minutes of theatre preparation (changing into that ghastly gown & having the spinal block) & all of a sudden I was lying down on the theatre table, legs completely numb, feeling this fiddling around in my abdomen. I had prepared myself when it was that time to get her out that it may take some minutes for them to clear her throat and get her breathing, I prepared Jeff too but I was completely unprepared for them saying OK, the baby is coming out NOW and then hearing her scream out REAL LOUD instantly.
I couldn't believe it, I still can't believe it. She was born & she was alive and she was OK.
My perfect little 6lb 3oz bundle was perfectly OK. It was like a dream, tears just flowed and within seconds the paediatrician wrapped her and put her on my chest. Oh she was just beautiful. So pale with beautiful red lips like she was wearing lipstick! So fair and just so alert, she immediately calmed down when she was put on my chest.
It was the most amazing few minutes of my entire life.
The struggle to get to that point was completely forgotten.
Jeff & I had created a person and what a beautiful little person she was.
I was a mother at last. Just so incredible.
My best achievement in life. K x