Last Thursday we welcomed our second son, Angus Bennett into the world. It was a bit sudden as I was induced when he was looking a little sluggish on the monitor. Thankfully the birth went well and we are overcome with love for our little boy.
Becoming a mum all over is an emotional rollercoaster. Since about 30 weeks I really struggled to be joyful in pregnancy. The lack of sleep, reflux and a million more unmentionables that pregnant women bear. But within minutes of him arriving, all was forgotten and I thought 'I could do it again!'. The anethesist asked if he would see me again in a couple of years? I said 'we'll see'. Then he asked, 'What do you already have at home?', to which I replied 'Another boy'... and he said 'You'll be back... mother's of two boys are always back'. To which I had a chuckle. Maybe he's right.
I have cried tears already over him leaving home one day to find a wife. I am saddened already that he will hit the terrible twos and his 'innocence' will be lost. I am sad already that he will outgrow his newborn clothes and not be my teeny tiny baby.
Having said that, noone wants an eighteen year old in 0000's.
Such are the weird, topsy turvy, irrational, illogical thoughts of me this week.
Here are some pics I took today on the floor. I haven't posed him, undressed him or even been bothered to cover his Huggies nappy. I am too tired for that, having fed him four times overnight... but isn't he beautiful? As his middle name means... a 'blessing' from God and for us.





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