Magnus

Dear Magnus,

Well what a little surprise you were baby boy.
Arriving 9 days early on Monday 11^th September at 11:11am.

Having been out for lunch with Mum and Dad on the Sunday and feeling very strange, when we got home I thought something was up so I called the hospital and they wanted to get us in.

Within a matter of minutes of being there my waters broke, quite embarrassingly all over a midwife, and then we got moved to the labour ward.

I have to say my whole birth plan went straight out the window.

Stating through my whole pregnancy that I wanted a water birth, but nope, actually being there, with the contractions and the worry of you being early I just wanted gas and air and all the pain relief I could get.

And then the wait happened.

16 hours later, a few injections, some vomiting and your dad having a cat nap on some bean bags I was told I was 10cm and asked was I ready to have a baby.

With a ‘Let’s do this’, 18 pushes later and within 20 minutes there you were, in my arms, this wonderful, overwhelming squidge that I couldn’t love more.

Weighing 7lb10 and measuring 49cm long you were just perfect.

Already rocking your Mum’s frown and looking the spitting image of you Dad (minus the beard) you have instantly changed our world.

Don’t get me wrong it hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns. We have had tears from both of us, sleepless nights and far too many pure panic moments of ‘am I doing this right’. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I’m pretty sure I am now 80% coffee and 20% wreck.

I’ve never known bags under my eyes like it and I can’t say I look anything like me at the moment.

Things are flabby, swollen and out of place and this is nearly 3 weeks on.

Though in all honesty I’m proud.

I am proud that my body has produced such an awesome little human.

I am proud that through everything I was told when I was younger that my ‘Imperfect body’ was able to make you.

I’m proud that for 9 months I carried you and that my body gave me (though now slightly battered and stretched) you.

Your Dad is a natural with you, and seeing him hold you for the first time made me love him even more. I can’t thank him enough for being so supportive and incredible through everything.

This whole thing will be testing at times, but as long as he knows deep down that the love is always there, that’s all that matters.

Welcome to the world my gorgeous little man.

Your Dad and I couldn’t be more proud or love you more.

Pumpkin

Dear Bump,

This little letter will be short and sweet as I'm slightly struggling with this lower back pain, and trying to type whilst bouncing on the gym ball is proving quite tricky.

However, 38 weeks down, two weeks and counting to go bundle!
This past week with all the wiggles and movements you could surprise us with an early visit, which secretly your Daddy and I would love as we can't wait to meet you.

Nana and Papa P have been growing the vegetable that represents you this week...the Pumpkin!
And looking at the size of my bump I would have to agree with the internet.

After the lows of last week, week 38 has been actually ok.

Things are changing at home.
We have gotten a bigger bed so we can have lots of cuddles when you need them in the middle of the night and also for me to crash out when you sleep, which you will do won't you bump?

The final washes are taking place for your clothes.
Trying to work out what to take for your first outfit is proving quite tricky.
Kick me once for the grey onesie and twice for the cream ducklings.......waits in anticipation.
If you don't let me know we will just spin round and point.
Either way you will look beyond cute.

Not long now bundle until you are here.