<--This is our girl, for the purpose of this blog to be known as Lucky*
This is our boy, whom we will call Junior-->
I want to write a long post about the caesarean birth, and how weird and terrifying I found it, feeling nothing much but a disconcerting digging sensation in my guts and how I will never forget the squelching sound as the doctors dug around in my intestines.
I want to write a long post about our stay in hospital, a bizarre other world filled with dazed new parents and brisk competent nurses and socially-challenged doctors and endless bain-marie food, and the particular night sounds of low-lit hospital corridors that Lovergirl and I got to know well as we took turns pacing with the howling Junior every night between 12 and two a.m.
I want to write a post about how magnificent our babies are, how for the first day or so I felt nothing but now I am so hopelessly in love I keep bursting into tears.
But we got home yesterday and today I have achieved the following:
- I managed to get in the shower about lunchtime;
- I rang Family Assistance and asked about the baby bonus ;
- I spoke to two people on the phone and managed to ask them about their lives as well as telling them the minutiae of mine;
- I spent about eight hours breastfeeding; there are two more sessions scheduled before midnight tonight.
All in all quite a successful day.
*Originally I posted their real names, as I so want to introduce them to you. But after reading through a homophobic rant in Copperwitch's comments stream, I thought I'd best stick to my policy of pseudonyms.