In 11 days time my little baby and soon to be toddler will be 11 months old. Just to remind myself where all this time has flown, and to wax a little nostalgic about the whole process, I indulged in a bit of photo reviewing (also because I am picking photos to frame up around the house).
So here she is 2 days old, her little face about as big as my mobile phone.
Because of the retained placenta, I lost a lot of blood, and I spent about a week in hospital attached to a great many IVs so for a long time, my arms looked alot like I had some kind of heroin problem:
So the first month flew by in a blur of breast-feeding and burping. Lucky most of the time Sophie spent sleeping, which was useful because I was mostly out of it. Fab's mum and my mum both came to help out at staggered intervals so that I was never left on my own even though Fab had to return to work. That was how I managed to be reasonably intact for Sophie's First Month celebration. We tried to hold it pretty early.
But Sophie yawned through most of it.
5 points if you can tell me where this blog post title comes from (no, googling it is cheating).