I often wondered how it would feel to love another little baby. I love my three year old daughter with every cell in my body. My love is indescribable for her. I often would stare at my pregnant belly and wonder if that love could be repeated again.
Someone once told me that your love just grows, and as cheesy as it sounds your heart just grows that bit more to accommodate more love. Ok, that's really cheesy, but you know what? It's really true. As I held this tiny baby in my arms, I fell in love all over again. I knew I'd do anything for her. My beautiful baby girl.
LL is now 9 days old and I'm sat in bed feeding her typing this on my phone. I got 2 hours sleep last night and I'm not quite sure how my eyes are still open. I'd completely forgot (or blocked out) how tiring the early weeks are. But being baby no.2 I do feel different. I think I'm a little bit more relaxed. At 4am when I wanted to wail at my sheer exhaustion I knew in my head this won't last forever. When I'm old and wrinkly I know I will think about these days, that feeling at 4am that you and baby are the only ones awake in the whole world, that baby smell, the touch of soft skin. This is it.
I won't go into my labour story now but it went amazingly and as hard as it was it was surreal and so special.
My daughter, who I shall now have to refer to as BB, adores her baby sister and has been amazing too. She's played up a few times for us, like refusing to get dressed or hiding under the table, but I think that's to be expected. Everything has changed.
I still can't quite believe this little person was in my belly just over a week ago. It truly is a miracle. And whilst this may read like I'm seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses, maybe that's because I am. All through my pregnancy I marvelled at the miracle of being blessed with another baby. And now she's here.
Welcome to the world my little darling LL.