Folks, fabulous news. Nearly four weeks ago now, my daughter Evie came into the world. Here she is with a beautiful smushy grumpy face…
I’ll tell you what, giving birth was a hell of an experience. A lot did not go to plan, and I dealt with some circumstances and emotions I was not prepared for. But we both came through it happy and healthy, and I’m thoroughly in love with the tiny monkey-potato-human it all resulted in. To repeat a sentiment I’ve heard from many other parents: I still can’t quite believe she’s real – how on earth did I manage to produce that little creature? Witchcraft.
Husband has been my pillar throughout everything. We’ve spent the last month slowly letting the reality sink in and learning how to work as a family. Amid all the new routines, this is the first time I’ve managed to sit at the computer long enough to properly string some words together. [Edit: Ironically it was about this point in writing that I had to break to help Husband deal with an epic poo-nami situation.]
Now we’re settling into something resembling a rhythm, I’m feeling optimistic about gradually getting back to work. ‘Gradually’ is important – this is not the time to stack on the pressure, but I’m looking forward to getting back into my groove.
I imagine at some point I’ll do a follow up to my previous post, 5 Struggles of a Pregnant Writer, with ‘5 Struggles of a New-Mum Writer’… But first I actually have to get writing again.
Excuse me as I make a start on that, while she’s still sleeping!