one week
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
We're back, and as my pummeled innards hurt if I spend too much time slouched in front of the computer, I'll be brief. Maggie's a week old today and so far is proving to be a calm little soul, even in the face of the enthusiastic pettings and pokings she's regularly subjected to by her besotted older sister. She's also gorgeous: thick, chocolate-brown, silky hair that astonished me when they first put her in my arms, a face like a little disgruntled rosebud and bright, searching eyes.
I'll write more on her birth when I next get the time and energy, but will just say for now that it was every bit the civilised affair I'd been promised; in fact, after the speed with which Becca was extracted during the emergency c-section, I found myself, this time around, lying on the operating table thinking Tch! They're taking their time, aren't they? Where's this baby? I had her with me from the moment she was born and breastfed her as soon as I could in recovery and, miracle of miracles, it doesn't hurt! I'm actually enjoying nursing this time around, which is just as well as Maggie is an avid feeder, although a highly competent one. After two days in Wellington Hospital we transferred to the maternity unit at Kenepuru: closer to home and with big, comfortable, motel-like rooms arranged around a quiet courtyard garden and staffed by midwives so attentive they did everything short of tuck me in and read me a bedtime story. It felt like the place mummies go when they've been very good, and I was in no hurry to leave.
Many thanks for all the good wishes: I make no promises about when I'll get around to replying, but appreciate the support. And now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and get horizontal before the next feeding frenzy begins.
PS. There are more Maggie pics up on flickr, btw.
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