Now that Leo has turned one I find myself looking back to his first few weeks with us, it was a surreal time, wonderful, tiring, amazing and much more that I could never find words to describe properly. I was told over and over to really cherish the early days as they go so fast, sounds like a cliché but for good reason. So I did.
I had planned to breastfeed, however it didn't end up happening (I'm not having the breast versus formula debate now, I may come back to it if the mood takes me) On his first night at home I was trying to breastfeed him but the poor little man was not getting a drop and AJ ended up on a midnight dash to buy formula, going to several different petrol stations while I sat on the sofa with a screaming 1 day old baby wondering what the hell was taking so long!
I do look back in amusement at how much I worried when Leo cried, I didn't really realise it at the time though. We used to carry him in his basket from living to dining room backwards and forwards until whatever time we realised we could leave him in one place!
Of course there is more I could say, I'm sure that like any mother I could talk about this for hours. Maybe one day I'll do it all again knowing what I know now, of course no two babies are the same so all that I think I've learned will go out the window!