We have welcomed Ariana ‘Ari’ Lani into the world. She is a beautiful, healthy, lovely little girl and we couldn’t be happier with her. Understandably though, I write this entry a good month after she was born, since it’s been slightly hectic in our house hold. Between the 2 chickens, 2 dogs, a husband and a baby, I feel like I am perpetually feeding everyone but myself, which has, mind you done wonderful things for my figure!
We were slightly nervous about how the dogs would take to Ari considering their jealous tendencies, but were pleasantly surprised at the protective nature of our chihuahua who guards her at all times, and as for Stella, our papillon x pomeranian, she either tiptoes around her or pays her no attention whatsoever. Perfect! Pedro the chihuahua contributes extra cuteness too by rocking her when she hangs out in her Giminy bouncer.
As for my husband and I, our initial shock at this humongous sudden change in our lives meant it took a good couple of weeks of adopting. After refusing to read baby books and deciding to follow my intuition, with the occasional help from the NHS website ofcourse, I realised that the unpredictability, and the amount of patience required to deal with it, is probably the biggest hurdle to get over. And once we got over it, life was rosy once again. Well, much rosier than ever in fact!
Tag: new born
First three months with my first born by Oreke Mosheshe
I have never been happier! The chronic sleep deprivation, debilitating worry, chewed nipples and pee puke and poo are nothing compared to the sheer, soaring joy I feel at the birth of my son.
Carter was born on the 22nd of March – after a 2 day labour. Leading up to the birth, one of my many concerns was whether I would know when labour started. I knew. Superman knew. The poor cabbie that drove us to hospital knew, and half the population of the hosipital knew by the time I got there.
After the initial shock of the pain of final labour – with the contractions 7 minutes apart – and having refused pain relief, I focused on breathing through the almost other-worldly pain. It wasn’t easy, and I may have passed out – I certainly lost track of time but my baby was born happy and healthy and has remained so.
If you are lucky enough to have willing help for the first few weeks, TAKE IT. I could not have survived without the help of my wonderful mum who moved in for a month and of course Superman as well as other family and friends who dropped in when they could. Helping hands to run errands, get things done around the house or just to watch baby while you get a much needed break are essential and will preserve your sanity. You will be more tired than you thought humanly possible.