Flying solo with a newborn

So last Saturday was a sad day in the R-M household as it marked the day that Mr M’s paternity leave ended and he headed back to work. So my word of the week this week is:



We were really lucky as Mr M had saved a week of holiday for when we moved house, which ended up being four nights before we went into hospital to have Lottie, so his week off ran into his paternity leave and he ended up with three weeks at home, which is a lot more than many people get.

But it still wasn’t any easier when he went back. Friday night saw me getting a little bit teary, as it seemed like the end of a chapter. We had such a lovely time in our first few weeks as a family of three, getting to know our gorgeous daughter, working out the parenting thing together and generally supporting one another and enjoying  a magical time together.

I was also a little bit tearful as I was, quite frankly, terrified. I was being left in sole charge of this tiny human being and I only had three weeks of experience.

We have had our ups and downs this week, but overall I’ve loved having time with Lottie and I’m so lucky to be able to take maternity leave to look after her in her first months of life and to watch her grow and develop and change. At times it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, the most exhausting and the biggest challenge, but then she looks into my eyes and coos at me and it’s all worth every single second.

I would love to share every moment with Mr M, but that’s just not possible, so my little lady and I are on an adventure and when Mr M is off, we will have to make extra special memories.

mother and daughter

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